Saturday, December 24, 2005

I handsewn these felt stockings for pennies apiece and have held Dave and I in good stead for 7 christmases in a row. It reminds me of our early days when I didn't even have a sewing machine to call my own, uh... I notice your eyes wandering to the fake Magnum .454. We're not gun nuts. That was my gag gift for Dave last year, made from the busted bits of a butt ugly wooden towel rack I ripped out of the master bathroom. From this angle you can't see the missing paint on the muzzle tip. He uses it to scratch his ingrown beard hairs, all the while appearing to be comitting suicide. Hilarious.


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