A thimble might be in order...

I'm working on a stocking for my nephew. It's one of those felt applique stockings where you stitch it all together yourself. I have done several of these over the years... one for myself, one for Ex-hub, and 2 for previous nieces and nephews. And every time I finish another one I promise myself never again.

They are a giant pain in the ass... and a significant pain in my poor finger that takes the brunt of the needle poking when I'm trying to get the damn sequins and beads in the correct spot.

Giant pain in the ass posing as a benign stocking...

However, this particular nephew has been without a proper matching stocking for 3 years now, so I refuse to quit. Well, that and once you start you just kind of have to push through to the end. If you try to stop for any length of time and then start up again, inevitably most of the thread and sequins go missing...

*where they go is a mystery... probably the same place as socks from the dryer*

So, the quest to finish this damn cute stocking continues. And now, of course, Rebel is getting into me finishing it. As soon as I walk in the door, he's harassing me about the damn thing. Great. Just what I need. I hope it's done soon. Not sure how much more I can take...