Things are picking up around here. I’ve got these fun spa pillows finished (filled with rice, buckwheat, and flax seed. They are for a secret Santa exchange that some Etsians are conducting. Of COURSE I notice after they’re all finished that my recipient is in SCOTLAND. It’s gonna cost a million and one dollars to ship these babies. But they’re cute, no?
I also managed to create a little something just for me. (I never do that. Why don’t I ever do that?) It’s a new Pooh-bag. I know. Now you’re crinkling your eyebrows and wondering why I call it that. Years ago, a friend of mine had the cutest toiletry bag with classic Pooh all over it. I had to have one. It took me almost a year, but I finally found one and had to have it. I’ve always referred to it as my Pooh-bag. As in “Honey, will you get my medicine? It’s in my Pooh-bag”. Two years ago, I made Alexis a Pooh-bag. It’s purple polka-dots, no Pooh-bear in sight. So now, all toiletry bags are Pooh-bags. At least in my house.