my favourite blonde

This is an old paperweight, which was originally holding a pad of notepaper and a pen. The paper is gone, the ink ran out writing love notes and shopping lists. But SMILEY-GIRL remains. Now she hugs the clock beside my bed so that each morning I am greeted by a broad smile. She makes me thankful for my serious eldest daughter who lovingly painstakingly handstitched her and stuffed her with rocks gathered from the garden....for me....years ago. She'll still be sitting by my bedside when I'm an old lady.