When I was little, my Grandmother started an angel collection for me, and each year at Christmastime she would make or buy an angel to add to the collection. I looked so forward to receiving that angel each year, and had quite a little collection by the time I was a teenager. I still cherish all of the angels she gave me, and remember the excitement of receiving them.
As I thought about what I was going to make for the kids this Christmas, it only seemed fitting that I start a collection for my Sofia....after all her middle name is Angelina, meaning little angel.
Using an on-hand paper mache cone, I crafted this white angel for her. {below}
On a wooden ball, I painted a simple and sweet little face and gave her a curlicue hairdo, sleeping lashes and tiny heart lips. A vintage round pearl brooch was glued in place as a halo. A little tinsel and some feather wings, and she was complete.
I tucked her in this tree, though she's not really an ornament. She stands about 7" tall.
While I was at it, I made the much taller pink angel shown above. She is a gift for someone special, and is made from a styrofoam cone and vintage trims and jewels. She stands at least twice as tall as the smaller one. I had so much fun making these angels, and found that as soon as I painted their faces, they each suddenly had a personality that came to life!
The pink one has faux crystal corsage pins here and there on her dress and a band of sparkley vintage trim along the hemline. She stands on a round lace piece that was part of an old hat.
She fits right in here at home, but is already in the hands of her new owner.
I have a few little angel ornaments, guardian angel crib medals and vintage spun cotton angels that I've placed in a special box for Sofia. Next year, I will decorate a little white tree for her with all the angels, and place it somewhere {high!} in her bedroom at Christmas. And then, before too long, she will perhaps ask to help decorate the Angel Tree with me each year. Traditions are one of the greatest things about Christmas, as they tie the generations of a family together. I hope she comes to cherish this one, a special tradition from my own childhood.