So a few weeks before my birthday, Liz asked me for a picture of Marbles, but I’d totally forgotten all about it by the time a package arrived for me at work yesterday. And, holy shit, it turns out Liz commissioned Maude O. (of squirrel and birdy tops fame) to sew up a purse for me! With a portrait of Marbles embroidered on the front! Just look. LOOK!

It’s the cutest thing ever! All lined with faux woodgrain fabric and et cetera?

(It’s been my fantasy for a long time now to have a zip-up nurse uniform in that woodgrain fabric. I have some of the fabric, but I’m not great at bona fide sewing projects, especially if it means inventing a pattern. Maybe next year one of you will sew one up for my birthday? Great, thanks!)

When I cracked open the box and saw what was inside, I literally jumped up and down. And then I laid down on the ground and spooned with it. Which is exactly what Marbles did when I brought it home:

Just when you thought Liz couldn’t rule any harder, she goes out and cranks it up to eleven. A richter-scale eleven. Thank you Liz Dunn! Thank you Deborah of Maude O.!