Lovelihood

These little hearts, like the similarly felt hearts I made up last year, are just so precious I want to gather them all up and nuzzle them against my cheek. Or a more likely scenario: I'm so frazzled with all the V-day makings that I shove them into Bear's little hands to just get rid of them already.

Battling a doozy of a cold, I somehow managed to crank up the Valentine production to the point where it all seems feasible. Almost.

My set of letterpress cookie cutters were pulled into rotation this morning. Using the sugar cookie recipe on the box (swapping out items for non-allergenic items, of course), I didn't quite get to the entire alphabet. But I did manage to stamp out the elements to spell out our names.

Yesterday's felt, now a little less.

Feeling woefully underprepared for Valentine's Day, I unrumpled my assortment of wool felts and commenced with strategy-forming.

Down at the garden boutique in our yuppie-centric mall (can't rag on it too much here, as it's where I spend a good chunk of my yuppie disposible income) I picked up a pair of glass bottles in a wire basket meant, I suppose, to cradle floral clippings. I haven't figured on a purpose for it yet, but battery-powed LEDs make as good a temporary filler as anything else.

A week after I started affixing hexagon to hexagon, progress really doesn't look like much, certainly not enough to cover a bed or even a place setting. Certainly not enough that I can begin thinking about replenishing my supply of ready-to-go hexagons. But there a few put together and the tedium of handwork hasn't quite gotten the better of me yet. So I'm keeping at it.