My Uncle Nate and I made the angel that still holds the place of honor onthe top of my grandmother's Christmas tree when I was about four or five. Nate was home from his job with the US Forest Service and we were both a little bored and Nate decided that our tree neeeded a new topper. The two of us sat at Grammie's kitchen table, (me on Nate's lap, that's how I know I couldn't have been more than five at the time), carefully assembling our angel from stuff found around the house. For her body, we used a paper towel roll, her head was cotton batting from Grammie's sewing room, a some sequins became her eyes, nose and mouth, yellow yarn for her hair, some leftover fabric for her gown, two wings made out of pale blue copy paper, carefully cut out with the scissors in Nate's Swiss Army knife, spread with glue and then a dusting of gold glitter added, and her halo was a pipe cleaner. She's a little worse for wear these days, but she's still my Grammie's favorite ornament on the tree.