Saving the Snowman

As sometimes happens with active kiddos of a certain age, things occasionally break. Such was the case for this poor fellow, who had been with us for the past 9 Christmases. I got him for Kevin the first year we were married and after the little snowman's twin sister sadly passed on to a similar, yet more horrifying incident last year, we were so sad to hear of his accident.


Thanks to a certain-someone-who-won't-be-named, our little winter wonder broke his adorable little head right in the back. Poor fella.

I simply could not bear the idea of throwing him out. He gave me "the look." Yep... this one.


I swear it said, it its most snuggly snowman way, "But... I love you. I just want to be a snowman forever and ever, and can't really do that so very much from the garbage can. Please?"

How could I resist that? I mean really.

So, I pulled out some of my handspun merino and got to work. Within an hour or so, I had him all patched up (or at least covered up).


The back even has a little tassel. Every snowman needs a tassel.


One snowman saved! All in a day's work as a mama.