Handcrafted Bread & Blouse

It was such a thrill to catch up with Y, Missy and V over non-alcoholic drinks. I was so touched that they made time to mark my birthday. They prepped presents for me too, at this ripe old age of 43. Hahahaha. I love it! Presents are awesome when they're given by gorgeous friends who know exactly what to get. My gratitude actually lasts for a long time, and I often am stunned into silence without knowing how to express it beyond words on a text message. How do I reciprocate and how would I ever match up to these heartfelt gifts!

My friends are talented. They really could do hand-made things. Bake, cook, sew, draw, create, and et cetera. I don't have the skills at all. Missy made a card for me, and strung cable holders from Oh Little Envelope to jazz it up. Handmade cards are always appreciated. Y made me another very special, very precious MissyMessy (the label is now commercially closed) blouse. I couldn't believe she went through all that trouble to do one. To get the fabrics, to get the design and cut right, and then zip it out on the sewing machine. 🤍💙 

Months ago, I had shamelessly asked V for a loaf of bread as a birthday gift. She had been secretly honing her bread-making skills in 2020. She found the perfect recipe for a loaf that isn't a sourdough, and meets her tastebuds and her husband's. I most certainly am not asking for the recipe, because, hellooo, baking, naaah.

V really indulged me with a gift of a loaf of freshly baked bread. As it was, on the day I received the bread, the man and I made no plans that night. Once I got home to slice up the bread to keep in the fridge, I slathered some butter on a small piece to taste. I was like, WOW. Then I gave a small bit to the man too. We were like, "Okay, this is too good. We're eating in." So we picked up a bouillabaisse for the man, and a chunky mushroom soup for me. Carbs were the bread. We demolished the entire loaf. Hahahah. That was such a satisfying dinner. 🤎❤️