Handstitched Treasures indeed. The lovely Leanne was thoughtful enough to send it to me all the way from Alberta, Canada. It is the brainf***child of the inimitable Rhonda. I admit to having to have asked what F.U.N.C stood for. If you are in any way unsure as to its meaning you can read all about it on Rhonda`s blog here. Rhonda chucked it to Hadley who flung it to Susan who lobbed it over the Irish Sea to Judith who hurled it at Leanne. And now he`s here. There is something inexplicably odd about holding something that has passed through the hands of people who you `know` and somehow you don`t. Ghostly almost.
Where will he end up next I wonder? I have to ponder that one but he`s off to the post office tomorrow for sure. Trusting they take good care of him.