It was the night before Christmas...

...which means I get to hang my childhood stocking and discover anew all the little details, sequins, stars and buttons.

It used to belong to my Mother, she unpicked her name, sewed mine at the top and it became mine.  I haven't got round to unpicking my name yet and handing it on.  Perhaps I'll wait for a grand daughter to come along!

Bonne Nuit mes amis and Joyeux NoΓ«l.