December 12, 2009
The Stockings Were Hung...
Since Whit was born, seven years ago, I've been trying to find a 5th stocking. I have four that look great together and that I've had for years, but that 5th stocking just seems to escape me every year. I've even been willing to scrap the four I have and start completely over, but nothing seems to work for me.
This year, I was determined to hang FIVE stockings. We have five members of this family, and they would ALL have a stocking... either that or I would hang none. So, in the many boxes and bags of Christmas decor that Terrill dragged down from the attic, I found another stocking. I've had it for years (it was a gift from my aunt long ago), and it is beautiful, but I've never hung it because it doesn't "match" the other four we have. This year, however, I placed it next to the other four, where it hung very conspicuously. I decided that I would be the martyr and claim the "rogue" stocking. Afterall, it was quite feminine (plus, this way, no one could complain).
I didn't like it at first. It looked completely out of place. It screamed the truth - that it was a last resort, and constantly reminded me that I had failed as a decorator.
But then I got gradually got used to it and one day it occured to me: this was actually the PERFECT 5th stocking, but not for me... for Paul. It hung as part of a group of five, and yet completely separate from it. And the stocking even has an angelic motif. It is made out of an angel toille fabric and has little angels sewn around the top.
So now... I am no longer in search of that elusive 5th stocking. Like so many things in life, it was something I've been hunting for for years and yet had in my possession all along.