A Holiday Giveaway!
A few weeks ago was Thanksgiving here in the U.S. A day to reflect and give thanks for the blessings granted throughout the year. One of those blessings is the opportunity to share my textile and farm life journey with the readers of this blog. While I have virtually met some of you and even had a couple of in-person meet-ups, the majority of you I will never actually meet. Sitting in my studio in rural South Carolina, it is a delight to open messages from readers all over the globe. I am grateful for your enthusiastic responses, encouraging words, and insightful thoughts.
December is a time of gift-giving, a way to show our love and appreciation. With that in mind, I want to give a gift. One of you will be randomly chosen to receive a 30-day Membership to the School of Sweet Georgia. For 30 days, you will have full access to the entire library of fiber arts courses on the School of Sweet Georgia. This includes all video lessons, class transcripts, downloadable workbooks, and discussion forums. There are over 50 courses and workshops covering Color & Design, Crochet, Dyeing, Felting, Knitting, Spinning, Tapestry, and Weaving (including a Krokbragd course by your’s truly)!
What if you already have a School of Sweet Georgia membership? If you’re the lucky winner, you can re-gift the 30-day Membership to a friend!
How do you get included in this drawing?
Please share a favorite holiday memory, tradition, song, food, decoration, or event in the comment section below. It can be a particular way of celebrating Christmas or Hanukah or Kwanza, or just the month of December. I will randomly draw the winner on December 24, so please make your post by December 23, 2021, 11:59 pm (EST).
Now for one of my favorite Holiday stories.
It was late on December 24, 1947, Christmas Eve. A young woman accompanied her boyfriend’s parents to the train station in downtown Pittsburgh. She had carefully chosen her best dress for this special occasion. After being stationed in Japan following World War II, her handsome GI was finally coming home. Nearly 11 pm, as she anxiously awaited the train to pull into the station, it began to snow.
Queue up Bing Crosby singing “I’ll Be Home for Christmas.”
That young couple would shortly become engaged and later marry in 1952. . . . . . my Mom and Dad.
