I bought a dog bead from Lauren at Maybeads a while back, he usually lives on the dado rail opposite where I have my laptop so I see him everyday. Recently I showed him to someone, put him in my pocket where he lived for a couple of days (it was nice having the bead in my pocket, beads definitely aren’t all about jewellery for me) then I put the cardigan in the washing machine without checking the pockets…and was sad when I found the bead lying in the bottom of the steely shiny drum with a broken ear (and somehow looking up at me) when I took the washing out later. What a twit, first rule, check pockets! I told Lauren what had happened, and for quite a few days the little dog bead found various places to sit, a shelf in the kitchen, one in the bathroom, and the chest in the bedroom until he finally made it back to the dado rail. He’s such a character, and amuses me. I got home yesterday lunchtime just as the postman had delivered mail into my husband’s hand, there was a small packet with a customs label, and Lauren’s name on it, and I guessed immediately what would be inside, I started squealing in a very girly manner causing David to ask hurriedly, ‘What’s wrong? What’s happened?’ but he got no sense out of me, I was Being Girly. Inside I found another dog bead, and a note –
‘Min, I know that awful feeling of finding a broken bead all too well, so I’ve sent a reinforcement. It’s not a duplicate, but I think he is from the same litter : )’
Isn’t that sweet? I was so made up.
But then I had the challenge of being able to find the words to say ‘thank you’ properly, because I’m finding it harder and harder to know how to say thank you when people are kind/sweet/thoughtful/caring, and it keeps coming up which means that I must know some jolly decent, caring, thoughtful, kind people.
That was adorable of you, I am massively touched, so much so that I had to wait a day before I could string some words together to say so : ) I love my new addition, they’ve made friends and will live happily on the dado rail and won’t be seeing a washing machine from the inside ever again. Your generosity of spirit is inspiring and heart warming, I’m sending a big hug all the way to Buffalo Grove : )