336: Slipper Socks

As you may recall, we spent this Christmas driving around, delivering baked goods to the folks we knew were going to be alone because the service (and brunch) were canceled.
Despite our somewhat morose and not very festive mood, Farmergirl decided we needed a tree, and so she set one up:

Merry Christmas, Charlie Brown.

Merry Christmas, Charlie Brown.

Taking a picture of the tree made us feel even more morose, so I tried re-staging it:

A Tree Only Charles Schultz Could Love

A Tree Only Charles Schultz Could Love

We did manage to take a few pics whilst driving around:

Miss Charlotte is the church matriarch I've mentioned in the 52.

Miss Charlotte is the church matriarch I've mentioned in the 52.

At 93, Miss Charlotte is not the least bit concerned that bears might devour her.

At 93, Miss Charlotte is not the least bit concerned that bears might devour her.

The Christmas Baldwinis (also from the 52).  With full-size tree.

The Christmas Baldwinis (also from the 52). With full-size tree.

Farmergirl got a dock, but it was delayed with the weather, so she got a sheet of paper.

Farmergirl got a dock, but it was delayed with the weather, so she got a sheet of paper.

Books are always a favourite with the Garribers.

Books are always a favourite with the Garribers.

Slipper Socks

Slipper Socks

I did say, at the beginning of this post, that there were slipper socks. I seem to have got diverted with the Charlie Brown tree.

Those Ballet Lessons paid off.

Those Ballet Lessons paid off.

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Sadly, I had not finished attaching the soles by Christmas. It proved a more difficult task than I’d anticipated, and I got them finished in time for Farmerteen’s birthday.

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2 Responses to 336: Slipper Socks

  1. Our Gra says:

    Oh joy! Oh joy! The grandparents got slipper socks! Well worth your travels to the basement late at night. Thank you so much. Even little short wide feet can be happy. 🙂

  2. Our Gra says:

    Grandmothers with wide feet like slipper socks! So do grandfathers!

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