She's having an upside down christmas this year having just moved house (during which, just about everything that could go wrong, did go wrong), and is still in the process of making the new house habitable. One of the positive sides to her downsizing, is that certain things have been passed on to me during the clear out. Things that remind me of my childhood, and that actually my keen interest in making things, has quite clearly come from her.
When my mum was a child, she knitted clothing for her dolls. I remember playing with all of these when I was little. I thought they were the most precious things in the world. And now they've been passed on to me.
They are even more precious now, and I'm reluctant to let my children play with them as I worry about causing damage, but today as I was photographing them for this post, it did occur to me that, yes they are precious, but not as precious as their creator.
Merry Christmas, see you in 2012!