Y'all have to see this.
It is so cool. So grandma. So seventies.
adore love want NEED it.
Never thought I would be publicly professing my adoration for a yarn laced tissue box cozy, but sometimes I surprise myself. And lets be honest: this thing is amazing.
I think we need to give it a name. Or a federal holiday. Suggestions?
This wondrous creature belongs to my friend Bird, who inherited it from her Grandma Lucile. I never met her in person but I can gather from the remnants of her craft stash alone, when it came to making nifty stuff, Grandma Lucile knew how to Throw Down.
Someday I’ll have to show you her beer can alligator with genuine pearl teeth. It’s superb.
So I was over at Bird's house last Sunday when she pulled this out of a bag. I initially thought it was a cute and sentimental reminder of someone she loved very much, but then she yanked on the Velcro and was all "Look! You can mix and match!" and then I was all "MOVE OVER. IT'S MINE."
That was a greedy moment on my part, but you can't use terms like mix and match around me. It's the hot button on my inner hoarding tendencies.
Despite my insistence, the tissue box cozy will be staying with Bird. To squelch my need for acquisition, she was kind enough to humor me with a fashion show. A grand time was had by all.
*Someone* is going to be spending some quality time in the yarn isle this weekend.