|"Tinkle" was a special request and now lives in St Louis singing Judy Garland Songs|
Something weird is going on - weirder even for me.
gear, and beanies knitted in dog hair, is my shop.
person who wanted the special rush commission then disappeared on
a tumbleweed, never to be heard of again.
|"Gradually" is off to live in Papakura, a really cool part of New Zealand.|
I stopped believing in him after he didn't send me a jack in a box.
It was a Monday. The day before we had all done our fuzzy felt picture
of the nativity. I had my palm trees stuck in the right place and there
was lace around white ankle socks. The teacher was telling us about
praying." You just need to ask God. He will grant you what ever you
need if you just pray."
Monday appeared, but no springy puppet guy and that was
the end of God for me.
|"Joy" a vintage patchwork quilt angel is going to Joan who has come back three times.|
I think God may have some pull with Etsy, because in the last three weeks,
my strange little softies are lining up to go into the post.
version of a jack in a box; Click a button and out spews a regurgitation of
what you already sort of knew in the first place, only now you've
paid for it.
long gone business partner, because whenever we screamed at each
other for an hour or so in the morning, a client would call to cancel.
No kidding. Every time.
It was either God, or they could hear us over the other side of town.
|Beloved has been adopted and now lives in a magical place called, "Evergreen"|
Here's what I think:
No matter how many e-books you read, how many nifty css tweaks and life hacks, one element remains.
cosmic soup we all bob about in. Maybe God was checking her Facebook and
spotted one of my softies and for the briefest nano second,
thought "Oohh Shiny!"
|Beloved and her friend, Loved|
It's the mystery that keeps us going.
Me praying: So God.... It's fine about the Jack in a Box, really.
God: If you got everything you wanted, how would that be?
Me: Boring, after a while.
God: And if you knew why your selling suddenly now, how would that be?
Me: Like reading the last pages of the best book ever, then feeling ripped off.
God: You're catching on.
|One of the last guardian angels|