Stalking the Perfect Stocking

Perfect hobbit font for the perfect daughter in law.
LOOK AT THIS! AMAZING!!

When I married my husband (we’ve been together 10 years now!!) Mama Hobbit (or, as one Facebooker declared, a “Mobbit”-credit Carol Holst!) decided that I should have a hand-made stocking as she has made all of her children one and this was to be my initiation into their household!

After about year six, I had forgotten about the promise for a new stocking…History became legend, legend became myth, and for 4 and a half (felt like thousands) years, all thought of this stocking had passed from my memory.

However! Lo and behold, a stocking has magically appeared!

In order to make this, Mama Hobbit purchased two Lord of the Rings pillow-cases (which can be purchased here , here, and here.)

Along with some amazing Lord of the Rings map fabric that she ordered online here:

Her labor of love was truly worth it as you can see below. She even researched the Ring Bearer font and embroidered my name on the front of the stocking!

Thank you Mama Hobbit for this amazing gift that will be enjoyed for many years to come!

Fellowship fabric
The Fellowship on the stocking!
Tree of Gondor
My favorite symbol, The Gondor      Tree/Ring Script, on the front!

What do you think…did Mama Hobbit knock this one out of the park or what?!

Rindell Fairbairn

My name is Rindell, Rindell Fairbairn, Rin for short, and you have somehow managed to find Hangry Hobbits, so, welcome! I hail from the rollin’ green hills and my cozy hobbit hole in the Shire is where I hang my cloak. My mother is Primrose Proudfoot and my father is Falco Fairbairn. My evenin’s are spent goin’ with Pen down to the Green Dragon and getting’ a cold refreshin’ pint (they come in pints in the Shire, now, too!) and relaxin’ in the sun with my feet in the dirt and my back against a tall tree, “Old Toby” halfling’s leaf in hand (get it fresh from Pen’s garden), and it’s always a party to remember when Gandalf shows up with some of his fireworks! Though I’m not one to ever turn away from a shortcut to mushrooms, very rarely do I set foot outside of the Shire…if home is where the heart is, then my heart is in these the woods, the fields, the little rivers and grassy knolls, reliable wildflowers, and, of course, second breakfasts.

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