I collect Santas – but not little statues. Mine are cross stitch charts, the Prairie Schooler Santa series. The link will show you this year’s Santa, and if you click on the red years available at the bottom of the page you can see previous Santas.
I believe I have them all. The first two charts were purchased from a cross stitch shop near my home and stitched as a Christmas gift for Mother. (I was hooked!) The shop moved a few miles away, and there I purchased the next two years. That shop closed its doors, and for a number of years we made a pilgrimage to Accents in Stitches in Kenner, LA (near the New Orleans Airport) for the Prairie Schooler fix. We generally made a day of it, and I typically purchased a year’s worth of cross stitch supplies. Finally, we have a cross stitch shop in Baton Rouge once more, and the pilgrimage is no longer an all-day outing.
DH and I mused as we flipped through the collection this morning that the early charts were $1. One year doubled the cost to (gasp!) $2, then the price hovered at $3 for many years. This newest one is $4. DH, as Patron of the Arts, says he’s good for the cost.
Dear Patron has made another valuable contribution to my collection. Each year I present him with the current chart on a 5 x 7 card. In due time he will scan it for me (after all, he knows I have many to choose from should I be overcome with an urgent need to cross stitch Santa). Then I’ll discover on my desk, like an early Christmas present, the original chart and the scanned copy enlarged to full-page size. They go together in a page protector and then the collection notebook.
It’s a great life!

I treated it like a square pillowcase, with the extension twice the width of the buttons I had chosen. I was very pleased with the results.
I was thrilled to find the pumpkin fabric for the pillow. DH loves all things orange, even once buying an orange car. This pumpkin’s for you, babe!
I fell in love with this sampler because it reminded me of my grandmother’s lovely gardens. At the back of the yard was a white picket fence with an archway gate. Growing against the fence were Chrysler Imperial roses – deep red with a marvelous, rich perfume. Many years my birthday picture was taken out there, with the cake on a pedestal table beside me.
You see, the upper frame contains the handwritten recipe for my grandmother’s white cake. She kept that a close secret during her lifetime; I received the recipe as an inheritance. Her cakes were amazing – the cakes on Ace of Cakes always make me think of her.
They are accompanied by their guardian, the “watch goose”. Notice that all the flock except the watch goose is facing the lake. She is prepaired to face down any foe that might aproach by land.
I went on a dig through my bags in the closet, hoping to find something with a drawstring that would fit on the lamp. Nothing would fit…but wait, that hat fell off the shelf as I rummaged. Why not give it a try? It fit, so I ran a ribbon drawstring around the edge, tied it in a bow, and said the Meezer mantra: I meant to do that!