for this treasure that my Mother made for me, by hand, a very long time ago. I always LOVED my stocking and how unique it was (well, except for the other two identical ones, with the names Mary and Peggy :o)
I can remember one year I tried it on and had a moment of panic, while I hid on the other side of the couch, from my Dad, as it was stuck on my foot and I didn’t dare rip it. Luckily, my Mom thought to “protect” the inside with some plastic, which made my foot sweat and then slide out. Thank you, thank, you, thank you!