I pinned this Crochet Nativity months and months ago, thinking….yeah, someday. But then, my sweet April sent me a text with this very link, saying, “Make this for me PLEASE!!”
Her birthday is in early December, so I didn’t have much time. I made Baby Jesus first so that if I only got that far, all would not be lost. The blanket in the pattern didn’t do it for me so I made my own by simply crocheting a yellow rectangle and tying four-inch pieces of yarn to it. It turned out just the way I wanted it to and it’s not nearly as messy as loose pieces of string.
Mary came next. In the pattern her head dress is much shorter and blunt–almost like some kind of helmet. I wanted her to have a softer look so I made it longer and rolled it gently back–for a fabric-type look. Isn’t she adorable?
I was slightly temped to stop here and tell my daughter that Mary would be trying out the single parent thing for a year or so….
but that felt lame- and just a tad disrespectful.
So with only a day left before her birthday, Joseph made it to the event–just in time!
I also made his head dress longer and rolled back, but the biggest change is his beard. I think one of the most charming features of these little characters is their smile, but in the pattern, Joseph didn’t have one–and that didn’t seem right. So, instead of having a clear cut mustache and beard, I just made a triangle and sewed a smile on it.
Wahoo! Happy Joseph!
I’m pretty sure they were all very happy that night.
“I always looked forward to Christmas time at Grandmas house. She had a white flocked Christmas tree with a colored light turntable underneath that made the tree change colors–it was pure magic. She decorated the tree with beautiful icicles and angel figurines and delicate glass ornaments. It sparkled like crazy, and I can still hear Grandpa’s Mitch Miller holiday cassette playing in the background. Is there anything like Christmas, really? It’s just magic.”
“Sweet Marion had a cookie jar in her kitchen with an interchangeable tole painted lid, that she would switch with the seasons and holidays. It was always full to the top with odd shapes of German honey cake (lebkuchen) from my Grandpa’s bake shop. They smelled of clove and molasses and Christmas. Those cookies were so soft because Grandma would keep a heel of bread in the jar. We knew she would say yes if we asked for a cookie, but she always wanted us to ask first, usually so she could tell us to take more than one. 🍪🍪🍪 If the jar was ever empty, she would send us out to Grandpa’s shop to fill it up again. He had buckets and buckets of cookie scraps from making gingerbread house kits. I’ll have to tell you about that sometime. 🙂
Sweet Marion fabric ships February 2017. Ask your favorite shop to order it now!”
“Aqua Net hairspray. Sitting here in my front room 20 years later, I can still remember how that hairspray smells. Exactly how the aerosol can looked and felt in my hand. How I always thought it was fun to touch Grandma’s hair because no matter how I smooshed it, it would bounce right back. She had typical grandma hair, permed and then teased to be sort-of a helmet, secured with Aqua Net spray. As she got older, her hair thinned until she started wearing a wig. It made her embarrassed to be seen without it, so when she wasn’t wearing it she would wear a little terry cloth turban on her head. I didn’t care if she had a turban, a wig, or poofy grandma hair. She was lovely. My sister took the can of hairspray from her cabinet as a memoir, and she still has it. Sometimes, when I see it at her house, I pick it up and smell the lid. It’s amazing how smell takes you back to places and people.”
“Working with a new collection is always an adventure! Speaking of adventures…
My Grandpa was a pastry chef, and so when big food holidays like Thanksgiving rolled around, he was inclined to take charge. But Grandma would have none of it. She insisted that he could spend Thanksgiving morning making “monkey bread” out in his bake shop while she made the meal without interference, doing it just right, her way. She made the most amazing stuffing (a recipe we still use to this day–prep begins a week before!) and pies. Oh the pies. I loved that most of the time she was happy for him to be the baker, but when traditions were on the line, she got just as assertive as she needed to be. Thanksgiving was always delicious–the pies, stuffing, AND monkey bread.”