a cup, a book and a teabag

There is a faraway comfort I find in hearing a horse race being called.

It reminds me of my dad... x

And oh, the pain of cutting up a book! Even though it was a book I had never and would never read. It felt so incredibly wrong. But my hesitant fingers finally managed to finish these for our bedroom -

And now I can add a photo of this sweet little teabag that has been waiting in the wings so I didn't ruin the surprise. I made it for a dear friend who lives interstate and posted it off yesterday. I thought that since I couldn't be there to share a cup of tea with her, this was the next best thing.

Sent with love and open arms.