Annabeth went to a birthday party earlier this week. She made a scarf for her friend out of fabric she found in the basement, plus some pompom fringe.
I had purchased this fabric years ago, probably from Sewzanne's. Never used it, obviously, and now the kids aren't interested in wearing things with little pink ballerinas. But her friend loved it -- she studies dance, so it was very appropriate.
Also, I've been knitting a scarf for myself. Something to do while waiting, which is how I seem to spend a lot of my life.
I had the yarn, Lorna's Laces sportweight in Cranberry, in the basement for about as long as I had the fabric. I think I was going to make the kids warm socks; the red color reminded me of Little House on the Prairie. (I had amazing intentions about what I was going to make the kids over the years. Also, we have interesting supplies squirreled away in our basement, some of which are holdovers from those projects that never saw the light of day.)
And we've had the annual cat-in-the-Burger's-box photo.
Every year someone sends us something from Burger's Smokehouse. Every year the cat wants to sit in the box. And we take the same photo of him in the box every year. Another Christmas tradition fulfilled.