Disguised in an ancient jam preserve covers box were these gems. A vintage puzzle where you match the animal to it’s home.
You know, i don’t have much money but i can’t help but revel in how rich i am. In so many ways. I can make simple good food. I can hear the wild crashing of the surf as i go to sleep. I have special people in my life. I have lived my dreams, ridden them hard and fast actually. I know how to make cool stuff from next to nothing. I have the op shopping eye:
I need some soft stretchy sweatshirting fabric to make Jed some winter trousers, preferably sage green colour…i find it for a few dollars (then halve that). I forgot to bring handkerchiefs (big fan of those at this time of year) and find a great one freshly laundered for 50 cents (then halve that). I want polkadot fabric to create for my next Growmama market sewing spree, and thick vintage flannel sheets to upcycle into pyjama pants for everyone, and a floor cushion for meditating and, and, and…it was all there. All material needs and a few wants thrown in to spice the mix. Thank you universe.