One of the annual Christmas events around here has, in recent years, become Number One Son's last minute flurry of activity in the wood working shop in the Garage under the Master Bed Room.
We now customarily fall asleep Christmas Eve to the muffled sounds of the electric grinder, sander or saw.
Christmas morning there are all manner of crazily wrapped parcels that were not in evidence (or possibly even in existence!) when we went to bed the night before.
You might recall this...
or some of these past efforts...
In December I had been working on re purposing the yarn from a knit I'd stopped wearing. The necessary unraveling and wrapping of yarn into skeins for washing and then winding into balls prompted some requests on my part of others in the house to "give me a hand" as it were.
Then we all noted the decorative letters..."SPN"...what did SPN stand for? We were all puzzled. For his part, Number One Son was perplexed at our question - wasn't it obvious??
We now customarily fall asleep Christmas Eve to the muffled sounds of the electric grinder, sander or saw.
Christmas morning there are all manner of crazily wrapped parcels that were not in evidence (or possibly even in existence!) when we went to bed the night before.
You might recall this...
or some of these past efforts...
In December I had been working on re purposing the yarn from a knit I'd stopped wearing. The necessary unraveling and wrapping of yarn into skeins for washing and then winding into balls prompted some requests on my part of others in the house to "give me a hand" as it were.
Observing that process become the Number One Son's inspiration for this...
...His 2012 Christmas Gift to me - this custom designed "Extra pair of hands".
When I opened it we all marveled at its ingenuity... the likeness he achieved in rendering the hands...
how clever and sturdy and useful was the triangular stand...
Then we all noted the decorative letters..."SPN"...what did SPN stand for? We were all puzzled. For his part, Number One Son was perplexed at our question - wasn't it obvious??
"S"el and "P"oivre "N"its!
"Oh, wait..." he said..."it was so late when I was doing that..."
You can imagine the gales of laughter that followed. Right after that there were cheers of ...
"Merry Chrimas!"
(Another year he made a late night Christmas Tree Ornament featuring a spelling mistake that prompted a saying now also synonymous with our Christmases.)
'Gotta Love Him!
8 comments:
That is an outstanding gift. I can't imagine doing it in one evening. He will be setting up his own booth at the OOAK.
Awww! that is priceless. Very cool too! We could all use a set.
DH and I both loved this!!
What a wonderful son and a wonderful gift. I love it!
BRILLIANT! And as the mom of a creative but not so great speller myself, I love the personalization.
Be careful, he may be getting orders for these...
That is fabulous! He could sell those on etsy!
That. Is . Just. Perfect. And funny!
I'm speechless! What a great skill and gift. :)
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