Little Miss Flossy and the Frilly Frou Frou Bag
I happened across Floss's blog a couple of months ago. She's nicknamed Floss on account of her hair, which looked like spun golden candy floss when she was a wee girlie. It turns out that she lives in the Deep South and inspires classrooms full of kids, making delish things all day long. The other day I noticed that Floss had a wee français-inspired project dancing around on her sewing machine. This is what she wrote about it:
A couple of weeks ago Floss offered me her feijoa cake recipe, and insisted that all gifted recipes need to be handwritten. So I duly gave her my snail mail addy. Guess what I tripped over on my way outside this morning to kiss Bulldog off to work?
A BIG CARDBOARD BOX.
And guess what was nestled inside that BIG CARDBOARD BOX?
A Frilly Frou Frou Bag (aptly christened by Little Miss Flossy) tucked into tufts of tissue paper and snuggled up with a feijoa cake recipe!!!!! I was so blimmin' excited, I took her (the bag) straight out to la plage (the beach). And went off in search for the *exact* bunch of lollies to thread into a bracelet for Floss. Hmmm, what would a Frou Frou Dancer stash in the bottom of a Frilly Bag? A big handful of liquorice allsorts, that's what:
Voilà Floss, a Petit Français Frou Frou Bracelet pour vous!!!
Thanks so much for the *fairy floss* moment, and the luffly frilly *fairy dust* bag.
You may now lick your bracelet X