This handsome couple was made by I know not whom (definitely a grandma, though). They're the typical granny-craft of plain yarn, styrofoam balls and googly eyes. SHE has a freakiness factor--her hat fell off once and I saw she only has one eye. I seem to remember that being traumatic but I'm not sure if that's really true. They're the village elders of the snowman-devoted windowsill in the dining room. It's a big windowsill.
It seems that if you weren't crocheting in the seventies, you were enrolled in a ceramics class.
OK, I admit, the Santa with his tush on the stove was made by me...in the '90s and NOT the '70s but that's an unnecessary detail. It used to have a specialty lightbulb inside that flickered and looked like an actual flame, but that's long gone. And, it's not technically ceramics, as it's made of plaster and not fired in a kiln or anything. BUT the one on the right WAS made in the seventies, and it IS ceramic and kiln-fired. But it doesn't have a nifty lightbulb--just a plain old regular bulb, so there. I feel I should throw out there that I wanted to live in this house when I was younger. It would have been right next door to my gingerbread house, lol.
This here is a testament to the insanity of my second grade teacher Mrs. Gaskin. Only as an adult did I realize that only a first year teacher would think it was a good idea to give 30 seven year old kids a styrofoam hoop, miles of yarn, and then tell them to wrap the yarn around the hoop and make a wreath. I'm surprised she didn't go postal because that was one hot mess of an afternoon, let me tell you. My mom told me to "brighten it up" with some beads. So I chose turquoise, the obvious choice for Christmas. Those silvery things are styrofoam cups covered in aluminum foil and transformed into bells. My brother made those in cub scouts. And the other thing is braided yarn. This is clearly the section to display "crap my kids made that I need to display so I don't hurt their feelings but really isn't too good looking."
Obviously plain acrylic yarn was used widely by my ancestors...we have another one of these with the red and green reversed. They hang on light switches that for some reason don't operate any lights but are still around. If you search on the net there are a ton of patterns for whatever that is supposed to be--a dress, an angel, who knows. But my grandma made these at some point and we found them when we were going through her things. They have no true sentimental value other than that their creator is on another plane of existence, and this little crafty remnant of their being reminds us that someone was once here, and while they were, they crocheted.
And last but not least, this...this. No idea where it came from, but it's scary as the dickens. It was crocheted. There's a lot of yarn involved. It covers toilet paper, toilet paper being such an assault to the eyes and everything. And it has googly eyes that look in different directions. It doesn't really look like Santa, or any other homonid...but it's amusing, and a great way to end the handmade section: "Did you make that? I can tell!" (which no crafter ever really wants to hear, lol).
Well, kids, the tree is up and decorated and there's a theme to it this year. So as soon as I can snap some pics we'll continue with the "fun." Well, I'm enjoying it anyway. Memories be fun.
Off to dip stuff in chocolate and make a mess!