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.
In the past 11 years, the region in Bosnia where I'm from has been celebrating fall with a big festival that involves roasting of chestnuts. My parents decided to uphold that tradition in their own backyard. What a fun way to spend time together! And if you've never had roasted chestnuts, you need to try. Yum!
Chestnuts roasting on an open fire
Removing golden nuggets from their charred shells
Cousin Budo helping out
Beautiful golden chestnuts
My sisters and I also raided my parents garden for some surprise harvest (strawberries and raspberries).