I hate my sewing machine.
Well, I don’t really hate my sewing machine. I actually love my sewing machine. I’m just sick of piecing T-shirt quilts. I’ve pieced four of them in the last 11 days, and I’m so burned out, I no longer want to be in my sewing room. After starting a fifth one today, I rebelled after two hours, put everything back into the project box and turned my attention to all things pretty by decorating our Christmas tree.
There’s a little story behind our Christmas tree: In 1987, I lost my favorite and most perfect job in the world when the medical magazine I worked for was sold to a publisher in California. To distract me from my unhappiness and fill the time while looking for another position, I focused on creating an all handmade Christmas tree. I started by collecting pine cones in the park across the street from our house, clipping off all the sharp, pointy barbs. Then John sealed them with a petroleum-based clear Krylon spray, after which I painted the tips white and added miniature decorations to the tops. The ideas just bubbled up from there and I was unstoppable. For the next two decades, I added to our collection, sometimes making as many as half a dozen in one year, other times, just one.
What follows are photos of all the ornaments I’ve made over the years. I hope you enjoy seeing some of my creations.
Shopping for a fresh Christmas tree in Houston, Texas, is problematic, so we purchased an artificial tree in size L so it would hold anything and everything I would ever make.
Santas cross stitched on perforated paper:
Beaded ornaments stitched on perforated paper:
Candy canes made from jumbo rick rack:
Ribbon candy made of real ribbon: