I bought Lenny her stocking at Pottery Barn on the 23rd after the desperate (!) realization (!) that my child did not have a stocking. Panic, people. Panic. It was the last one they had, of any description, so lucky for me it's so pretty. Later that night I picked up some glitter glue at Dollarama and held my breath while I wrote her name on the cuff. This could have been a total disaster but I'm happy to report that I had a steady hand and I think the end results are quite charming. Jim and I both still have our childhood stockings and it was important to me that Lenny have something nice enough for her first Christmas that I would want her to live with it forever. But, you know, no pressure.