That good things come in small packages! (thank you lettuce. When I first met you, it was your words about the agony of loss by cancer that gave me the shivers. Now we meet in more pleasant places, but will never forget the place from whence we've come.)
Have you ever received a gift that was so perfect, so delicious, so rare, so interesting, and so inspiring that you could hardly stand to look at it? Its November now. And far be it from me to remind you that in nine short days, I will no longer be in my thirties. And what better way to usher in a time of womanly blossoming than a sweet box full of incredible buttons?!
These rare bits of history and creativity travelled all the way from London, England. Thoughtful Lettuce was so selfless as to part with some of her babies and entrust them into my care. (I'm so sorry. I could never so good and generous a friend.) There are many in this box that I have never, ever laid eyes on before. There are a few glass ones. Some painted ones. Swirly ones. Flower-shaped and sparkly ones. Flashy ones, modest ones. They couldn't be more delicious if they really were coated in chocolate.
them buttons is beautiful.
oh my lands! you are truely loved dear joyce. never doubt it. it tis a fact.
WOW!! I could look at those pictures all day. Could I be so bold as to invite myself over to peruse your treasure? Perhaps when I return the costume?
I do recall you sending me the two cutest children's hankies I have EVER seen.
absoluteley wonderful! and so you!
this made me v. happy too
[word verification is joyokhr.
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