Crazytown Stampville

I've got a thing for stamps. It started last year, very mild. It's growing. And of course yesterday I stumble on the dangerous combination of Etsy + stamps. This equals a number of cool things, most notably Terbear Collectibles, which boldly proclaims itself the home of "the best custom made rubber stamps on Etsy." I'm in.


Handheld video game, Super Lucky Cat, Sparkling Diamond, Song Bird with Flowers.

This place has so many stamps. If you can think of it, they can make it. And things maybe you wouldn't have thought of too.


Double-Headed Eagle, Crying Kitty Cat, Snob Lady.

I'm toying with the idea of having them make a stamp for me. You get one guess as to what the stamp is an image of. I'm also thinking very seriously of having a stamp made for a friend who will soon be celebrating her birthday. It would be a custom return address stamp. She just bought a house not too long ago, and it's right up her alley (frequents card shops, collects teddy bears, gives gifts often consisting of bookmarks and tiny books full of cat quotes). Spot on.

I'd make one of these for myself, but I am doomed to always be renting and moving from one home to another like a penniless nomad. I'll just continue to collect those freebie return address stickers from places like the ASPCA or Veterans associations or somesuch, which I use freely without donating. Does this make me a bad person?

Okay, back on track here. This past weekend, I pretty much accomplished nothing except wasting huge amounts of valuable time and finishing this pillow. Woo! Were it not for the pillow, I'd be a lot more depressed about the weekend.



Here's the pattern. It was kind of a bear to work on, because you make piece after piece after piece and then after all that work you're left with a pile of pieces. Which you need to block. So not fun.



But when it starts to come together into one whole thing, it's very fulfilling. And sweet. I made a little flower to attach and also stuffed a sachet of dried lavender inside (which was collected off the stems of the fresh ones I bought at the Blanco Lavender Festival a couple weeks ago). So it smells dreamy. All along I was trying to decide who I was going to give this to, but now I just can't help but keep it. I'm too smitten with it to let it go.

By the way, if the yarn looks familiar, that's because it's leftover from the blanket I made for N's baby. Speaking of that blanket, it's owner finally arrived, and she's fabulous.



Hello pretty girl! You're going to be a heartbreaker.