It was the worst ever spot prize, that fuzzy barbie-pink heart shaped pillow with Betty Boop in all her busty glory embroidered on the front. I almost declined it right then and there, but Milo took a fancy to it and hugged it to his chest protectively. It became the pillow that cradled his head every night….his “stinky” pillow (he misunderstood when I told him it was “skanky,” instead waving his hand in front of his wrinkled nose and pronouncing it “tinky”).
A week ago we decided to give the pillow a new lease on life, reusing just the stuffing to fill the new turtle pillow. I now have a new appreciation for those hand-sewn honey-comb quilts our great grandmothers used to make! Not that I hand-sewed this one, but the piecing was finicky enough even with a machine. Still well worth it. Milo loves it at least as much as Betty Boop….which is saying something.