I finally got my loom “dressed” and started weaving.

Dressing a loom takes several hours and is a bit tedious. All the warp yarns have to be threaded through the reed and through the heddles, untangled, and then tied to both the back and front beams.

In this case, I threaded 142 ecru-colored cotton threads onto the loom. It took me a few tries before I got it close to correct. I had a few twisted threads and at least two places where I double threaded the reed. In the end, I decided to accept the imperfections and get started anyways.

IMG_1634My weft (the cross “threads”) were made from cut up jeans. I never found my box of jeans that I saved years ago so I settled for a trip to Goodwill, where I bought someone else’s old jeans. I would have liked to weave from old jeans once worn by my family, but settled for soft, worn jeans that had belonged to someone else.

I used my rotary cutter to slice the jeans into strips anywhere from 1/8 to 1/2 inches wide, as long as possible. These I stitched into longer strips on my sewing machine, and then wound them on to long thin shuttles, sticks with slots cut into the ends.

I am not sure if I really like making rag “rugs” (or more likely, placemats or a table runner.) I do like the speed of weaving with rags and I like the long thin shuttles. I’m just not sure if I like the finished product.


But I’m kind of hooked on weaving. Tomorrow I am going to visit a weaving conference in nearby Milwaukee, mostly to 1) see a wide variety of weaving styles and 2) decide on my next project, and 3) shop for supplies. Weaving stores mostly seem to be online so this will give me a chance to see (and feel) a variety of yarns all in one place.

There’s something soothing about weaving. I think it is kind of like making bread at home. Banging the beater bar is a bit like kneading dough, a little chance to bang or punch out stress. It’s relatively slow, rhythmic, and rooted in history.



A Day in the Life

A day in the life of the Hurni family lasts about 41 hours on average. With our family spread between New Zealand and America, and messages flying back and forth between, some days can get pretty full. We had a day like that on Sunday.

IMG_1616Starting in New Zealand, Laura and Anne had a wonderful “last day” together on Sunday. We had exchanged a few texts on Saturday night, asking about their plans for the day. They visited “the Mount”, one of our favorite towns/beaches, and had walked with the girls while chatting about the trip that was ending and future trips.

Meanwhile, John, Lizi and I were having last conversations with long-lost cousins and siblings as the Hurne reunion (Pennsylvania) wound down. At breakfast Sunday morning I told everyone about Laura’s travel itinerary.


IMG_1605Taylor, Kellen and Oaks packed up the car and started home from Stormy Lake where they spent three days in the Northwoods, fishing, flying airplanes, and having fun.

Just as they started out, Laura called Taylor to tell him that she’d been doubled over in pain for the past few hours. His seven hour trip was punctuated with updates: an urgent care visit, a trip to the Emergency Room, a diagnosis of appendicitis, and eventual surgery.

A small group of Hurnes met at a campground for a praise service and it was there that the text came through letting us know what Laura was experiencing. I left the circle to get my own phone and found earlier texts that I missed. I caught up with the ongoing saga and the Hurnes prayed for Laura and Anne. We went on to visit Aunt Helen and Gramma Timmie, but it was hard to focus on another reunion while our hearts were miles away with our daughters.

Eventually we heard the news that Laura had been taken into surgery and had to wait more hours to hear first that she was “out” (of surgery) and then, late our Sunday night, more details. Sleepy/sedated Laura was able to talk to Taylor in Chicago and send a couple of texts to me. Anne and James juggled two kids through supper and bedtime. James was also juggling busy camp responsibilities. (He is currently running a two week “Journey” camp for high schoolers, a mini adventure Bible school.) IMG_1617

I was also texting with my friend Marilyn updating her on both Laura and Taylor’s saga. (Taylor had been at her cottage at Stormy and Marilyn had also visited New Zealand with me last fall.) She said it was hard to believe this was really happening. I replied: “Hurnis don’t do normal.”

Eventually, Laura went home to Anne’s house where she is recuperating. Taylor arrived back in Chicago to be Mr. Mom for a week, his work having freed him of other responsibilities. We traveled back to western New York and then made a beeline home to Chicago.

We keep reminding ourselves that God knew all the details before these trips were even planned, and while it has taken us by surprise, it hasn’t surprised Him. We are grateful that the abdominal pains didn’t start later–in the air or while traveling–and that we’ve been able, as a family, to travel thousands of miles safely. We’re pleased with the longer visit for Anne and Laura, though we know Laura is ready to be home with her boys. We are also grateful for our smart phones that kept us all in contact throughout the drama.

Just a long day in our life.

* Did you notice the alternative spelling of our surname? John started out life as a Hurne, even though the original Swiss name ended with an “i.” Tired of correcting pronunciation and interested in our roots, we changed out surname back to the original in 1981. Although the rest of our extended family continues to spell the name with an “e”, they are split between calling themselves Hurne and Hurn(silent e). Quite a few of them gave up on correcting others and just went with the one syllable name. Approximately 80 Hurne/Hurnis gathered to celebrate the approximate 100th consecutive reunion of this family, descendants of Samuel and Rosina Hurni who left Switzerland in 1880. As they crossed into America, they either anglicized the spelling of their Swiss-German name or a customs officer wrote it down incorrectly.

P.S. It looks like Laura and Olive will be flying home on Saturday, leaving on our Friday. She will get wheelchair assistance at both airports and is hoping for a bassinet row with some empty seats.


Confession: I bought a loom while I was in New Zealand. It might be proof that I am certifiably a little crazy. Loomy.

IMG_1197About mid-point through my stay in New Zealand, I looked up looms on Trade Me (their Craigslist.) There was a kilt-width table loom w/stand up for bidding about an hour drive from home. I didn’t bid, but sent messages to the owner asking about the loom, make and model–and could I see it?


No one ever bid on it, so I took a drive one afternoon and bought it on the spot for $60NZ ($42.76 US.) We dismantled the major parts and put in in the trunk. I brought it back home but left it (hiding) in the trunk until the next day.

IIMG_1502t had been in storage for at least five years and was pretty dirty, so I spent the next afternoon cleaning it as best I could. I put it together and left it on the front porch, eventually moving it inside before we left for the weekend.
I searched the Internet and found directions for assembling it and replacement parts. I dismantled the whole thing, carefully labeling parts and screws, and John packaged the whole thing in box that could be taken home as baggage.

I set it aside once I got home to tackle the tasks of settling back in at home and waging war in my gardens, but once I finished those, I unpacked it and began the tedious process of putting it back together. Eventually I made a trip to The Fold, a weaving, spinning, and knitting shop that I’d visited years ago. I bought a new reed, a shuttle, some yarn and a few other small things (more than my initial investment, of course.)

But once home I realized that I hadn’t bought the right size Texsolv heddles, so I called my new weaving friend and visited her. She didn’t have the right size either, but gave me 500 Texsolv heddles that could be tied–one by one–to fit my loom. I spent a few days figuring out how to I could make these fit my loom, eventually using a board and finish nails for my project. While in Detroit, Angelo–an inventor–improved upon my design.







A car ride and a couple of sick days gave me time to tie all the knots and put 400 heddles in place, 100 on each of four shafts. By the time I got to the last 100 ties, I was getting pretty organized and efficient. (Picture below, left.) Maybe a little over-the-top? Hey, I saved about $100 by using these freebies.




This is what the heddles look like in place. If you notice an “eye” in the center, that is where I thread the warp threads. When the shafts are raised or lowered sheds are formed for the weft to pass through.

My first project is going to be a series of rag rugs, actually placemat sized. All I have to do is string up yards and yards of rug warp yarn and then use cut cloth, recycled, for the weft. Somewhere I have a bag of old jeans that I saved years ago for this project. If that can’t be found, I’m sure there is plenty in my stash.

Yep, a little loomy.

Here is the re-assembled loom, ready for its first project.



It is the first day of summer, the last day of school for the Chicago Public Schools (really?), and the last day of my 2-1/2 month “vacation.” I start back to work tomorrow.

What a wild ride it has been–both the trip and the days since arriving back at home. Vacation=time off work. Vacation≠rest. I think this is what retirement looks like. Most people say that they are busier retired than when they worked and I think that may be true.

Since we’ve been home (two weeks tomorrow) I’ve done a ton of gardening, catching up on all the work that normally takes place in the spring. I missed the whole “dandelion season”–for which I am grateful, though my neighbors probably weren’t.


I’ve cleaned the house and the back room, which is becoming our box storage area. This is actually clean, relative to how it looked a few days ago. And it gets the boxes out of the living and dining room.






Today I put away my snowmen and snow scene…









and put up my summer decorations.











(Not the best pictures, but on the left is a quilt I finished 20+ years ago. I still enjoy it, though it may the last year I put it up. On the right is a patriotic quilt I made a few years ago. It turned out too big for wall above the fireplace. Both combine piecing and hand applique.)

We are still hoping to sell our house, just not sure of the timing. Right now our plan is to take one day at a time and keep working on the million small projects that we still should accomplish. We’re thinking that maybe we could be ready sometime in August or September. Or, we may end up waiting til January (though we don’t think so.)

We also have to consider John2, Liz, and Luna. We would like Liz to stay in Elmhurst so she can continue to enjoy her work, friendships and church life. She has gotten very used to having us close by so we know it will be a big adjustment for her. We guess that we’ll be making regular trip back to Elmhurst (the reverse of what we do now.)

John2 has not had a good year and has not made much progress toward independent living. We are willing to bring him with us to a new home–and expect that is what will happen–but it is not what he wants. He likes living closer to the city. (Too bad.) We feel that we just need to move forward with our plans and see what happens. Maybe it will end up being an incentive for him to move on.

Our plan is to rent a house in Aurora (or surrounding area) near Taylor, Laura and the grandchildren. We don’t feel ready to give up a backyard, but plan to gradually downsize to a condo within two or three years. There is a house I’m watching about a mile and a half away from the Birkeys. In the rental market, things may go quickly or may not, so we’ll see. Every day I ask the Lord to go before us; to lead us, because quite frankly, we don’t know what we’re doing, we just feel a need pack up and move. It is good to trust that God does know.

In the meantime, the first two weeks of my summer have been lovely. I love hot weather and Chicago has delivered! I work hard but take frequent breaks in the pool (or hot tub.) I’m already a toasty brown! It has hardly rained, which isn’t great for the gardens, but has helped me get a lot done.

I’m grateful for my kind boss who didn’t put me on the schedule for two weeks even though I just finished a two month vacation, giving me time to get over jet lag and go through Lizi’s surgery and recovery. It has been a huge blessing.

I’m only working two days a week but it is still a game changer. When I didn’t finish something I intended to do it didn’t bother me: There was always tomorrow. Still, I’m grateful for a flexible job and a great work environment. Retirement is still on the horizon, but just over that next hill.

We’re going to make a few short trips this summer and fall, in each case to “reunite” with family and/or friends. Over the 4th of July weekend, we will be in Detroit for some family time with the Marshalls. I am looking forward to meeting two babies for the first time and spending time with my family. The 100th Hurne Family Reunion takes place the third weekend in July. All but two of John’s siblings will be there, plus nephews, and grands. It will be fun to catch up with family again. In late August, my high school class celebrates 45 years and mid-September, my nursing school class celebrates 40! (Geesh!) That one is taking place–for the first time–away from the Chicago area at the YMCA of Colorado in Estes Park.

We also celebrate Olive’s birthday tomorrow–our ONLY summer birthday in all the family. (James’ birthday is June 6, but since it is winter in New Zealand, I guess that doesn’t count.) She was “tarred and feathered” at a family party on Sunday. Here she is enjoying her feathered smash cake, wearing a headdress! What a cutie.


















Biz Buzzed

Lizi’s surgery is all done. The frozen section showed cancer, so the whole thyroid was removed, as expected. Her larynx and parathyroid seem to have survived intact. Today we heard that her pathology report was very positive so there is a good chance she won’t have to do any follow up radiation.

IMG_1452She really did quite well. Neither of us liked the night in the hospital so we begged the doctor to send us home the next day. She came home with a drain still in, but that was removed this afternoon at the doctor’s office. It should be clear sailing from here on out.

She is a little tired and a bit “buzzed”–just sort of overwhelmed by the experience. She says she’s done having surgery! Yesterday we got her to smile by asking her to say “Charlee”, but today her smiles are real.

Thanks for praying!

P.S. Before leaving Rush, I stopped to take this picture of the demolition of my birthplace! I was born in the Presbyterian Hospital, which later became St. Luke’s-Presbyterian and then Rush University Medical Center. This makes me feel old–as did the night in a recliner.IMG_1454

Liz Biz

It’s been a great year for Lizi. Well, mostly.

Last August, she and Siobhan moved to a two bedroom apartment about four blocks from our home. Lizi likes being closer to (our) home while still having the independence of an apartment.

In the fall, she started attending a young adult Bible study and soon after decided to attend the church as well (Lombard Gospel Chapel.) We know several families there, so it’s been a little like coming home for Lizi. She even found Marshall cousins there. A few months later she started volunteering at Awana.

IMG_0123She got a new job at Chik Fil-A, less than two blocks from her apartment. It has been a great job for her, with a wonderfully accommodating boss and friendly co-workers. We’re so happy that she can walk to work instead of taking a taxi or relying on us.

When John retired in January and started getting Social Security, Lizi was able to receive a portion as a dependent child, switching from the SSI that she’d been receiving since she turned eighteen. This gave her a raise in “pay” and also released us from the stricter rules and reporting requirements. (In 2014, we learned that Lizi couldn’t be out of the country for more than 30 days without losing benefits. Normally, that wouldn’t have been an issue, but with a sister in New Zealand and retired parents, it could have been problematic.)

IMG_1231Speaking of New Zealand, Liz was able to travel back there to welcome her new niece. Besides visiting Anne, James and Charlotte, she enjoyed the friendly Kiwis and just about everything about the countryside. She also enjoyed meeting Christina, who also has Williams Syndrome and Pastor Simon (“Boom! Hallelujah!”) who has a dearly loved sister with Williams Syndrome. He was so encouraging.

031a3923-47ee-4e34-b525-fa177851538aShe also has been drinking less soda, walking more and eating a bit better, resulting in a fairly significant weight loss. She looks great, though in light of the following, we are a little concerned.

Lizi has always been a bit of a hypochondriac, frequently asking me if she can see one of our doctors for one complaint or another. I usually try to put her off for a few days and every once in awhile bring her in to be checked. At one such visit, our most persnickety physician saw her for a complaint of ear pain. He noticed her neck and examined it, feeling a nodule on the thyroid. (Lizi has always had a somewhat prominent Adam’s apple and this was entirely unrelated to the reason she was seeing the doctor.) He asked us to get an ultrasound. That came back with the recommendation that we follow up with a biopsy.

We ended up having the biopsy done the day before I left for New Zealand and getting the results during my first few days there. The doctor was supposed to call me, but he ended up getting through to Lizi first and I heard from her: “tumor,” “surgery,” “suspicious.” I spent a few maddening days trying to reach the doctor.

Although Lizi hoped to have surgery right away, Dr. Nielson wanted to wait until we returned from New Zealand. He didn’t want her traveling for at least six weeks post-operatively, and felt that it wouldn’t make much difference to wait. Lizi and John visited my doctors and the surgeon again, and made appointments for the first days after our return. I read a book about thyroid health and asked to have a few more tests performed to rule out autoimmune disease and also check possible causes of her weight loss. So far, everything except the biopsy–including her thyroid function numbers–has been perfectly normal.

The biopsy report isn’t even conclusive, though our surgeon says they are 95% sure that Liz has papillary cancer of the thyroid (the best type to have.) He will excise the nodule, examine the surrounding nodes, and do a frozen section biopsy while Liz is under anesthesia. If it comes back positive–which is what he expects–he will remove the thyroid. Dr. Nielson did my parotid surgery a couple years ago so I trust him. He is also kind of goofy and fun for Elizabeth.

Liz is a little anxious about the upcoming surgery, but is generally handling it well. With a little extra TLC, she will probably do just fine. Please pray for her today (Tuesday, June 14) as she undergoes the surgery, around noon. Pray for peace that passes understanding, good health and rest. She is doing this on a somewhat jet-lagged body (and so are we.) We will likely spend two nights in the hospital and then she will stay at our house until she feels ready to be on her own again.



Charlotte’s middle name is the Maori word for love and empathy. Her first name means “trumpet” so they are hoping she will be a trumpet of love and empathy. (When she cried loudly, which wasn’t often, I wondered if she will be another kind of trumpet!)

“Aroha” has also been co-opted by advertising and branding. Here are a few Aroha products that we found in New Zealand. (Both were delicious!)










Nealy every souvenir shop had one or more items with Charlee’s middle name featured. She was given two of these wall-hangings and will no doubt receive many more over the years.

Here is our sweet Aroha:










P.S. Still working on pronunciation.

Do You Really Need to Know?


We are at the airport in Auckland, beginning the long trek home. We’ve said our (tearful) goodbyes and look forward to the happy hellos ahead. We’re leaving a sweet grandbaby behind, but looking forward to seeing three fun grandchildren back at home. Kellen has fully recovered from his broken elbow. Oaks is talking a blue streak. And Olive is ready to take off walking any day now.


The last two months have been an exercise in flexibility.

I lived out of a small suitcase, leaving the big ones at Anne and James. I moved eight times, slept in six different beds. I drove four different cars (rented two and borrowed two.) I enjoyed time alone, time with Anne & James, lots of cuddles with Charlee, and then a month with John & Lizi, traveling back and forth from Monavale to the farm.

James led an Adventure Bible School from April 26 through June 3. He was able to take off extra time during the first week to spend time with his new daughter, but by the second week, work was full on. He was gone for a three day kayaking trip and again, for four overnights, tramping. We joined in when we could, and hung out with Anne during the nights away.

The students never knew what was next. The ABS t-shirts ask, “Do you really need to know?” And for the most part, they do not. They’ve heard rumors about different activities, but they don’t know the schedule and they are never sure what is coming next. Often they only knew a part of the day/evening plans, with planned surprises yet to come. They learned to trust the leaders and each other, and hopefully, their trust in God also deepened.

A few days ago, I realized that my two month adventure could be characterized with the same question: Did I really need to know? Could I be flexible about plans, adapting to the needs of others around me? It was easy to adapt to Charlee’s changing need for sleep, feeding, and soothing. As Anne waited for the baby to arrive and then progressed through the recovery period, we were constantly adapting plans to fit the circumstances. When James was busy with ABS, and John and Lizi arrived, there were even more people to consider.

Overall, it was a lovely time. This American Gramma got pretty comfortable in New Zealand, but the challenges that came with so much change have stretched me. I can’t say I always responded gracefully. As I leave to go home, I’m tired and a little weary.

And not sure that I’m really done with this particular trusting adventure. When we get home, we jump right into appointments and surgery for Lizi–and all that might entail. She will stay with us for at least the beginning of her recovery period. We’ll also have to play catch up on yard work and gardening, as well as hurry to get the pool ready. We’re not sure when we’ll actually put our house on the market, but that is a another issue that has put on hold. I will return to work to help cover for two nurses having babies this summer. I also know we will need to help get John2 back on track. And I have a lot of catching up to do with Kellen, Oaks and Olive.

Somehow, I sense God whispering, “Do you really need to know?”

P.S. A few more cute pictures of Charlee.

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Farm Girls


Today I took a long hike over the fields behind Anne and James’ farmhouse. I climbed a few fences and ducked under an electric wire at one point. Eventually I found my way to a dirt road, another long driveway and explored that until I could see it leading to someone’s house. This is a gully behind Anne’s house.


I have enjoyed so many things about living on a farm. There are a few things that I don’t enjoy–the cold, the mice, and the flies.

Anne’s house is the “old” house on the farm. It is plenty big (3 bedrooms) but poorly insulated. The bathroom/laundry room is through the back porch and oh so cold! There is no fan, so the way to deal with moisture from the shower or dryer is to open the windows and/or doors wide, summer and winter. That makes for some cold midnight trips to the toilet!

It also requires a strong heart, as the cats regularly deposit dead or half eaten animals on the porch or bathroom floor. Yesterday, I dumped a live mouse out of my boot, fortunately before putting my foot in it.

The house also has a problem with mold, which is why they are anxious to move. James has asthma and the house, particularly in winter, is pretty hard on him. (They are patiently waiting for the tenants of a better house to finish building and move on.)

And it is cold. Now that the heat is on, the house can actually be toasty, but the two extra bedrooms remain pretty cold. I’ve learned to sleep with a hot water bottle and thermals.






But for all that, it’s still a nice life here on the farm. I love looking out the bathroom window at cows. I love the peaceful views all around and the long walks down the driveway to check the mail. I get a kick out of hanging the clothes out to dry, especially because they never actually seem to dry out there and often are forgotten until the late afternoon dew (or rain) has drenched them again. Still, it’s a nice routine. (I’m told it is quite different in summer.)







Today when I started out the driveway from the house, my GPSs instructed me to turn right in 1/2 mile–onto the road at the end of the driveway. I thought that was funny.

TIMG_1182he views are always beautiful, though sometimes difficult to capture in a photo.But the best part is the quiet. It is incredibly peaceful. I can walk out at night and look up to see brilliant stars  (though less I expected because the milky way does not show up here) and a beautiful moon. Sunrises and sets are fantastic.


IMG_1095Our other “house” at the moment is at the Homestead, in Monavale, the main house at Capernwray where Anne went to Bible school. Although it isn’t quite so quiet, it is still is surrounded by pasture and remarkably peaceful as well. Here are some early morning pictures from there.IMG_1068



American Gramma, Shopping

Shopping in New Zealand has been fun!

To begin with the exchange rate works in our favor: An NZ dollar only draws 68 cents from my bank (not including international fees, which I ignore anyways) so everything seems like a bargain to me 🙂


Well, not everything. Costs are generally higher–clothes, shoes, and fabric have off-putting price tags. Food is generally more expensive too. Meals and drinks (coffee, sparkling juices) add up as well. I was also puzzled for awhile by the change I received when using cash. I’d hand over a $20 bill and get back a handful of change. Two-dollar and one-dollar coins confused me, as well as their practice of rounding, noted here:


Almost every town centre in New Zealand looks like this:

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Cambridge town centre is made up of about 5-6 blocks of shops, with a few larger stores on the outskirts: two Home Depot-type stores, a medium-sized home and appliance store, a couple grocery stores and the Warehouse, which is like Target or Wal-mart, though a bit smaller. Town center has no stop lights or stop signs, just two roundabouts, each having 5 streets intersecting.

There are several banks and two phone stores, as well as dress shops, a dollar store, a video store, florists, meat market, and a several nice home decor stores. About a third of the shops are devoted to food; cafes, asian takeaways, fish and chips, a cheese shop and a gourmet food store. There is one baby store, Angel Boutique which is an odd combination of baby clothes and lingerie! There is also a Subway, KFC, Pizza Hut and a new McDonald’s on the edge of town.

Most cafes serve breakfast and lunch, closing down around 4:30. In fact, the whole town
centre closes up around that time, except for the video store, takeaways, and the grocery store, which closes by 9 or 10. There are a few restaurants in town, which serve evening meals, but not many.

With the exception of quilt shops, finding sewing supplies has been a bit of a challenge. I’ve read the word “haberdashery” in books for many years assuming I knew what the word meant. Here it means “small items used in sewing, such as buttons, zips, and thread.” It has taken me awhile to figure out this important source for thread and other sewing supplies, hidden away in other shops.

I’ve done a lot of grocery shopping on this trip. The first few visits were slow as I figured out both the location and names of various items. Tomato sauce is really ketchup (with less sugar)–when I need tomato sauce for tacos, I have to look for tomato puree. Tomato paste also comes in a much more useful container than what we have at home. (By the way, it is “to-mah-to” with the accent on the middle syllable.)

IMG_0963Here is the American section in the International aisle: We don’t actually buy anything from here. We mostly find it amusing what they perceive as American food. Twizzlers, Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups, and Milk Duds! Coke, A&W and 7Up. Reese’s Creamy PB and Goober PB&J. It’s actually kind of embarrassing. They really should have a jar of high fructose corn syrup on the shelf.

Here are some of my favorite items (some because of their packaging) in New Zealand88e7aba2-d839-443e-8125-79d087e61a23:

Tomato paste and yeast for the packaging. Chilly Philly cream cheese, a combination of cream cheese and sweet chili sauce which makes an easy dip. Cranberry sauce to drizzle on chicken and brie and one of my many favorite sparkling juice drinks. In the background is a new cookbook on Anne’s cookbook stand.


There are malls in the bigger cities, of course. We visited one yesterday and got a kick out of the garage (“gair-age”) that indicated full or empty parking spaces with red or green lights and kept an accurate count of available parking spaces. I also liked this stair-less escalator. Otherwise, the malls were pretty similar to those in America.IMG_1145 IMG_1147








Of course, it’s best when accompanied by this little doll 🙂 IMG_0794