
The beautiful wine velvet has become a skirt of sorts; it has become the tree skirt. Ahhh, one way to deal with temptation, because as it was: (a temptation that is), I was ready to chuck all Christmas plans out the window, tell my family to order pizza on Christmas eve, not decorate the house, or distribute my usual platters of cookies and Christmas candies or do any of the other things that I love during the holidays. I was going to hole myself up with my new Hot Patterns skirt pattern and red velvet and not come out until I had a skirt.
That plan has been successfully aborted and delayed until next year, when my mind will be much clearer.
I do this every year, wrap some lovely piece of fabric around the base of the Christmas tree. I am happiest when I have huge pieces that I can drape and arrange in extravagant folds so that it extends well beyond the border of the tree. I have used cottons, velvets, silks, brocades, even, one year, a beautiful Chanel tweed, which later became a beloved suit. And yet, every year I tell myself that I could have made a skirt for the tree, or even bought one. That latter choice is not all that likely as I always find fault with the skirts in the stores. Over the years I have had plans, often grand in scale, for the tree skirt I would make. They never materialize.
When I was young, naive, and full of energy, in my early 20s, I thought I would embroidery one in panels, perhaps recreating beautiful stained glass windows and tying them together with velvet or brocade. I planned at least 12 panels of embroidery, although I aspired to more. I thought I would do one a year. I would have been finished long ago if I had ever undertaken that project.
Once I wanted to make a beautiful and grand needlepoint skirt, probably the size of a rug since I don’t like wimpy skirts. That one was never started either.
Once I was going to make a skirt of silk and velvet pieces like a crazy quilt, with embroidery and perhaps even beads....
You guessed it.
I still have fabric, plain old fabric, under my tree. Probably always will. But you know, after that fabric is made up into some favorite garment, it’s cool to think that I am wearing my tree skirt.