Dear reader, you know how we never win anything? And how that makes us all bitter and jaded? But from time to time, someone hosts a giveaway too scrumptious to resist, so for one giddy moment we cast aside our raspy laughter and overly made up eyes to throw our names in the hat?
Even though we never win anything?
Well, imagine how I fell off my chandelier the other day when I was informed I won something? Oh, you had better believe I scrubbed my raccoon eyes and started speaking the Queen's English right smart! I was all bobbing up and down, saying Yes, M'um!, No, M'um!, dropping curtsies like nobody's business.
Because I won the most exquisite pillowcase known to the history of mankind! Trust me, Marie Antoinette would have put up such a pout for this cradle of dreams. The Pharoahs of Egypt would have traded me a pyramid for my prize. No doubt Willy Wonka would have given me a golden ticket.
But I was not to be bought! I was not to be swayed! I took my package and scurried home, running upstairs to try it on the first pillow I could find...
Eh voilá! Oh, planets! Oh, Milky Way!
It is perfection!
The workmanship and construction rival any of the great fashion houses in Europe. And the design...well, none can compare.
I'm speaking of the lovely Beata, of course. I cannot recommend enough the importance of stalking her Rosehip blog and shop, just in case some heavenly delight shows up on her shelves.
Such as this little poppet (which she made), for example. How is one to abide such darling-ness? Such utter felty-wool, Liberty of London, matryoshka-ness?
I simply want to look at her and feel happy all day long.
