My daughter was decorating for Christmas and a birthday party for her husband while we chatted on the phone. She said, "Oh, no, I just realized I have 5 children and only 4 stockings. Oh, it's okay, I'll make one later." and we moved right along in our conversation. I was trying to bring some sort of order to my sewing room after pulling my Christmas decorations out of a dormer closet while we talked.
Not twenty minutes after our conversation I found a stocking I cut out several years ago. I think my plan was to make matching ones as the babies came along, but I only finished the first one, and apparently cut out the second one, and that was as far as it got. So I sewed it up added a ruffle from a scrap of lace, added a few buttons and some crocheted pieces a friend gave me in a bag of left over fabric from her mother, and here it is. (Try not to notice that the leg of the stocking is narrow and the foot must have been traced from Sasquatch. Hmm, maybe that's why I never finished it.) Okay, I see you laughing, but then I'm giggling a bit too. Maybe I should just start over.