tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940121115187450723.post3050911538578658874..comments2023-10-14T03:28:54.121-07:00Comments on A Lovely Inconsequence: On the Sixth Day of a Feminine ChristmasA Lovely Inconsequencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15609925729312148318noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940121115187450723.post-19092570956343801792016-12-19T09:55:48.367-08:002016-12-19T09:55:48.367-08:00One of the few distinct memories I have of the chu...One of the few distinct memories I have of the church I grew up in was the Christmas bazaar...full of handmade knitted items, tea cozies, doilies (crocheted with infinitesimal stitches!), and the children's corner, full of delightful, impractical goodies like bedazzled OJ cans doing their best to impersonate pencil jars. Now, who uses pencils anymore? But my father used the one I made for himMarlinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04442632575933706511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940121115187450723.post-29826081465823067252016-12-19T06:45:07.494-08:002016-12-19T06:45:07.494-08:00Lovely memory...Lovely memory...Donnahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10328333345401673320noreply@blogger.com