A Gift Only A Mother Could Love

This was an awesome moment of love.

I know my husband loves me because he is willing to make this with me:

What are they supposed to be?!? Bah!

Mother's day was quickly approaching and I knew Pinterest wouldn't let me down when I was in desperate need of ideas for gifts. I came across this cute idea of making a teddy-bear out of a sock. It was hand-sewn and struck me as a gift that would provide some sentimental value to our moms. The only issue was that this project was solely picture-based...but I felt I could make sense of it!

I took Bill to Wal-Mart and we picked up some long girl socks that had some personality to them. We also bought stuffing and buttons and needles and thread. The whole time we were wandering the store, I was trying to phrase the question in my mind of how to ask Bill, a person grouped under the gender of male, to do this crafty project with me. But any way that I posed the question, I sensed testosterone-filled-rejection looming overhead.

I don't quite remember if I asked Bill if he was willing to make his mom a sock-teddy for Mother's Day or if he actually volunteered. But in either instance, I was bowled over when he told me he would do it with me. I was giddy!

After one of my late evening runs (this past summer I trained for another half-marathon), Bill and I got down to business and sewed on into the night. We had to finish this relatively quickly as we had plans to see our mothers within the next few days!

The end results seemed tragic. Bill attempted to start anew on his sock-teddy but bailed on that idea when time was no longer on our side. I finished sewing the head of my creature on to its body as we drove down from Logan to Ogden. Our teddies were anything but teddies. I may have suggested something with feline or amphibious features before a bear.

Where did we go so wrah-ah-ong? Perhaps it was in our choice of sock material, or perhaps it was our skill with needle and thread. But the pure beauty and brilliance of this was that we knew our mom's would love whatever they were anyway. :) And they did! They LOVED them!

And even if our mother's had thought them wretched...I wouldn't have ever traded our funky craft-experiment-gone-wrong for a bouquet of flowers.