When my siblings and I were little, my mom made us ornate Christmas stockings from those kits that always catch my eye at the craft store. They're more traditional than my usual crafting fare, but when my husband and I spent our first Christmas together (after being together 6+ years-- the long-term impact of what began as a bicoastal relationship) in 2006, I knew he had to have one too. My nod to his love of the macabre can be found if you look closely at the squirrel. It has red fangs.
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