With this recovery pillow protecting my gut, my heart pitter-pats when I see Tie o’ the Day. Lush color. The paisles are few but eye-catching. I like Tie, even though it isn’t a dynamic, screaming tie. Its color pops out boldly from my mustache pillowcase Suzanne crafted. When I’m in a fabric store with Suzanne, if I simply glance at a groovy piece of fabric, eventually she gives me the fabric– transformed into a pillowcase or blanket. Wish she’d buy me every truck I glance at.ย ๐ปย ๐นย ๐
A Little Hint O’ Dad
Bow Tie o’ the Day and I are just sittin’ around the house. Again. No high adventure. I haven’t been able to wear a bra for 3 weeks, so at least I’m extra comfortable. And I’ve worn pillows around my gut every day. I just sorta hold pillows to my tummy when I move or walk. It’s like having a second set of love handles. This pillow was created out of Dad’s shirt and overalls. Dad’s always with me, traveling with me through my life. Even as a pillow.