I’ve had a best friend since I was 14 months old — my (almost) twin sister. Like me, she’s more than a little nuts. Except, unlike me, she applies her talents to help those in need; spending her days as an NP in palliative care (you can google it, I’ll wait). Yeah. So, as you can imagine, my sister has the occasional bad week. Which is amazing to me because if I had to manage the care plan for seriously sick and usually terminally ill patients, every week would be a bad one… and let’s just say that would equate to a LOT of beer.
So, to break her understandable funk, I devised a crafty plan to make my very sensible sister a doll. A pink one. No, wait. A pink *fluffy* one! Oh, even better? One that incorporated this lustrous pepto-bismol- pink and puke-green faux fur I have had in my possession. Chalk it up to colors she is quite familiar with in her chosen profession? 😉
Everything was going according to my plan. I found the perfect pattern — Confeti Yeti, by NimblePhish patterns. I cut my pieces. I even had him almost entirely sewn together (yes, he is he. He told me so). I named him Bizmo, after his PeptoBismol coloring. And, then, the toddler who *never* cares for my handmade toys stole him off the ironing board. Here he is pictured just moments before the kidnapping occurred. Poor guy never saw it coming.
I thought if I played it cool that Bizmo would find his way to the post office the next day. But I was SO wrong. Instead he has gone every where with us for the past week, including the fabric store — where I was shamed into admitting that I had created him. Purposefully.
So Bizmo, now named “Mommy Doll,” will be staying with us “always and forever.” Which means that my gag gift totally backfired on me. Or did it?
I pulled out my camera one morning before school, and snapped up a few photos of the happiest toddler in the world. I quickly sent the photos to my sister and told her the tale of her Bizmo doll — bad week blues were cured within seconds 🙂