Every holiday my hubby puts up our stockings above the fireplace - a big one for Wally, a big one he has had since childhood for himself, and a teeny, tiny one for me. I got mine at an old workplace. It was a 99 cents felted kind, and maybe 3 inches tall. Hubby always teased me mercilessly about it.
Well, no mo'! I decided to knit myself a stocking this year - big and bright and handmade.