Hello dear ones. I’m writing to you today from my cozy perch on the old loveseat, which longtime readers will remember me complaining about before we replaced it with our (foolishly) white couch in the living room and moved this thing to the basement. Loveseat, we can’t quit you. I dunno. Maybe one day I’ll solve it but for now, it continues to be a handsome frame with fugly cushions and the pillow I made which is scratchy on one side - the fun side knitted with all kinds of animals (knitted by someone else, a thrifted find). My son turns it backwards all the time, showing my passable but sloppy hand sewing, the accomplished-by-a-chicken vibe I bring to many of my crafts which I also brought to this soft, flannel, purple polka-dotted side of the pillow.
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