And you know what? I fought ALL three kids away from every one of the treasures in my Snailblazer Swap parcel. Nup. None of this ‘helping’ me unwrap my pressie milarkey this time around. Think along the lines of a slightly more attractive (one can only hope) version of Golom guarding his 10 packages of preciousness. Although unlike Golom, I am more than happy to excitedly show and tell:
• Firstly, Cam is so on to something with her experimental stitchery: the brooch and keyring are even more delicious in real life.
• Fran manages to achieve two completely different looks with her reversible glasses case – lovely contrasting fabrics and closures, one a fab vintage button.
• Thirty eight isn’t too old for Anna’s funky hair accessories it it? Regardless, I intend to wear them all. At once.
• They will match perfectly with Michelle’s lovely felty, button brooch as it sees me through a grey old day.
• I am feeling very Boy Scout, only with way more attractive accessories,* as I can now flash out my own non-borrowed pen and pen holder by Vickie and scrawl urgent reminders on my hand.
• Sandra is vegan, so her recent flu-like illness was not of the piggy variety but has obviously had some influence. Her sweet tissue holder will be reserved for delicate use, not the kids out in the playground stuff.
• Here is my new handbag, courtesy of crafting genius Xena who must have known about the typography obsession.
• And my all-zipped-up purse from Aimee (I’m impressed, zips still scare the bejesus out of me).
• Amanda’s polymer pendant is another of those best viewed up close; there is some truly exquisite pattern in there.
• Nikki’s cheeky frog magnet has already been put to work. Over the last FOUR months I have shuffled steadily yellowing insurance papers from one workspace to the other. They require a thousand signatures (easily achievable, disregarding possible repetitive strain injury) and the when and why of my last visit to the doctors (a request rating way down the triage list). Nikki’s frog could be what gets those insurance papers out the door. They are now magnetised to our fridge and a constant froggy reminder. Assuming the papers don’t slip surreptitiously underneath anything, our long-suffering insurance adviser may well see them this side of Santa’s next delivery. Robert, if you happen to be reading this blog, get ready to fall off your chair.
IMPORTANT: None of this long-winded post or festive style enjoyment would have been possible without the supreme organisational skills of Cass at Snailblazer, who is obviously extremely good at making stuff happen. Thank you Cass. Thank you swap girls!
* I’m thinking the woggle could do with a makeover.