Let’s solve the mystery about this:
It’s a pin. About an inch across. Given to me by a friend years ago who sometimes stumbles upon wonderful Scottie items.
It’s handmade from vintage fabric.
And I love it!
Apparently, you do, too!
Uh…didn’t mean to leave you wondering about it. My bad.
(Actually, I don’t like the term “my bad” but it’s one that I’ll use occasionally. And I really don’t like “reach out” – what’s wrong with “contact me” or “give me a call” instead of saying, “Why don’t you reach out to him/her?” Don’t get me started. Is it an American thing? Or do any of you around the world also hear this nonsensical phrase?)