This little guy lives in the bottom of my dish towel drawer. He’s stitched to a homemade, linen bag that my oldest daughter Jenny gave me a long time ago. The bag is meant to hold a loaf of bread.
There was an era when Jenny had the time to make bread. Those days are few and far between. She is wrapped up in the task of home-schooling her three children. Anything she touches, whether it be bread-making, home-schooling as well as her talent for sewing is done with excellence. I’m very proud of what she has accomplished and the wonderful person that she is.
While putting away a stack of clean dish towels recently I saw this little guy looking up at me and it spurred me on to jokingly send her a text message. This is what I said:
This little guy lives in my dish towel drawer. Every time I pull open that drawer I see him. Perhaps sometime he will once again wrap himself around a warm loaf of homemade bread. Hint, Hint!
LOL, I’ll keep that in mind.
You know, it never hurts to ask! The worst she could say is “No.” On the other hand, a maybe is way better that no. I’ll keep hoping she can sneak in the time to make a fresh, steaming, hot loaf of yummy homemade bread. Until then, every time I open that drawer and see the little orange birdie he will help to keep the dream alive.
Cindy Anderson of In A Stitch Quilting