It’s made by Mo Berger, the same artist who made the big bag I bought at the Countryfair earlier this year:
I love her work. It’s so happy and friendly.
(Yesterday I was insulted by an entitled motorist whom had missed the signs that our street is a dead end. She was sitting in her expensive Jeep, just outside our window, gesturing in exasperation. So I went outside to explain and show her where she ought to make a turn.
Apparently I didn’t offer enough commiserations for her situation because after the fourth explanation she started calling me a crank. Which might be true because at four times repeating I started thinking: “Lady, what else can I say? You made a mistake and have to drive back. I cannot chance the facts and you seem not want to listen”.
I’m one of those people whose face shows what I’m thinking:
pic by batterypower
With the name calling the conversation was over but as I turned away from her to go inside again she sarcastically snarled:
“Well lady, good luck with your cheerful life!”
She must be clear voyant.
Because cheer and giggles is exactly what my inner life revolves around. I’ll always see a funny little thing or notice one of the little jokes life carries out all around us. I have a brain chemistry to match it, with unusual high amounts of dopamine and noradrenaline.
So yes Jeep-lady, I’ll enjoy my cheerful life, thankyou. Starting today with a fun pouch with a needle felted cat on it that looks delightfully full of mischief.)
(picture is upside down)