Have you heard of Quilts for Kids.? I am sure many of you have, but if you haven’t you really owe it to yourself to look into this organization. My workshop last week gave me the opportunity to teach at their headquarters. I was astounded, I mean it is quite an operation!
Above you will see the incredible founder of this company, Linda Ayre. If you haven’t heard of her, please take a second and read her story here.
This non-profit organization has helped so many children, if you would like to support the cause, feel free to request a kit or use your own fabric. For those of you that don’t know how to begin here are some patterns to get you started… Quilts for Kids patterns. After visiting Linda’s facility I’m now eager to make some in the near future. I hope after visiting her website and gaining a little insight on what a wonderful outreach program this is you too will join me!
I am so grateful for meeting Linda, she is a true inspiration!
The year 2016 is rapidly coming to a close and the reminiscing of holiday traditions can be heard during family meals, and seasonal festivities. December provides the magic of reliving family customs that had soon become known as a “remember when?” And it goes without saying that laughter, and many smiles can be seen when sharing these stories with others.
Growing up in the Hagstoz household, I was very fortunate. Our family had more than on tradition which yearly brings such treasured memories of my childhood. These are memories that will forever be ingrained as what brought the holiday spirit to our family. So what were our family “remember when’s?”
Christmas Eve: One present, yes we were opened one present every Christmas Eve. These were gifts placed under the tree from a sibling, grandparent, but OBVIOUSLY NOT Santa! As evening came upon us, the excitement of which present we would unwrap grew within us. Which one to choose, and what would it be?
“Twas the Night Before Christmas”, that lovely story was narrated by my father every Christmas Eve. Probably by the time I was 7 years old I was quietly reciting the story right along with him. Our evening was not complete without the annual bedtime story prior to Santa’s arrival.
Going to bed with sugar plums dancing through my head ALWAYS occured on December 24th.
Do NOT even think about descending the staircase on Christmas Day. Yepper, the Hagstoz children were not to even entertain the idea of going downstairs prior to my father checking under the tree to make sure Santa did deliver our gifts. Did my father not realize that was an insult? The Hagstoz children, especially me, were more than deserving of Santa’s visit the night before!
I am quite sure my fellow followers have holiday traditions to share, memories that will add to the festive spirit that I’d like to share during this wonderful season. So please let me know what magical memories you have experienced growing up.