Growing up, we all had our own stockings, hand quilted, beautiful and made by my mom. Each was unique and since none of them had names on them, it was an annual struggle for whichever one we thought was the best (usually the all green one, MINE). I have since wanted to make stockings for Steve and I and our family but haven't had the time. Last year at this time I was in full pregnant mode but nevertheless I managed to make this quilt top. I was going through a quilting phase and thought I could make a piece large enough to cut into many stockings for Steve, our unnamed baby and myself plus extra for any children to come.
Well, then high blood pressure entered our lives, bed rest ensued and the stockings never got finished. This weekend I found the quilt in our decorations, made a pattern, cut, machine quilted each differently and done. I love them. I wish I could say how much but I love them enough to annoy Steve with all my exclamations. I lined each with quilt batting for texture, they are backed with white flannel I had in my stash and topped with colorful wool felt also from my stash.
Steve's is green, mine turquoise and Henry's red. I love the way Henry's quilting turned out. All we need now is our tree and let the holidays roll out.

"The most courageous act is to think for yourself. Aloud."