08/28/2026
I grew up following my mom through fabric stores and hated every minute of it.
Now I go willingly (and drag Nicholas with us sometimes).
This summer my mom was visiting and we joined the Western Washington Quilt Shop Hop together. I was joy expecting Christmas. I was not looking for it. And then there it was, tucked between bolts of blue and white nautical fabric and hanging on many walls.
A jolly Santa face in fabric form. Wool dolls in old-world, handmade style standing on shelves looking like they had been loved for years. Quilted place mats. A wall hanging that grabbed my attention.
And then a tree skirt. Cream, red and green. Quilted and embroidered in a style almost identical to the ones my mom made for me and my sister two years ago.
I stood there and felt it immediately. The difference between something beautiful and something that is yours. My mom’s version is a treasure not because of the pattern but because of her hands in every stitch and the leftover fabric from my sister’s wedding dress.
She is making another one this year to be auctioned at the National Council of Department 56 Clubs gathering in 2027. Someone is going to be very lucky.
This year’s shop hop fabrics are blue and white and nautical themed. Right as I decided I need a new duvet cover. I see Christmas everywhere I go but apparently the universe also sees my home decor needs.
I See Christmas Everywhere