Cleaning and polishing

My husband dragged himself out of bed this morning at 7 am, after a long night of cleaning and polishing the Darth Vader helmets, in anticipation of the arrival of Tikistitch's in-laws this afternoon. "I had a nightmare!" He told me. "I was completely surrounded by plushie Stitches. And then I woke up, and IT WAS TRUE!"



(This is not, by the way, merely more evidence of my frail husband's psychosis. I had in fact moved several dozen Boba Room Stitches upstairs to our bedroom, for the duration.)

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Best. Christmas. Ever.

It's not even Xmas eve yet, and already presents are rolling in. Many girlie squeals of glee were heard when Tikistitch sundered the wrapping paper from the following:



A tikiclock! So you can tell your tikitime (one tiki, two tiki, three tiki...). It's revolutionary. Plus, despite its appearance as a funny oversized novelty replica alarm clock, it actually really works as an alarm clock! Can the universe possibly achieve more harmony?

Tikistitch sends many good tiki mojo vibes to our Secret Admirer who sent off such a thoughtful (and practical) gift, and asks, don't you wish you had a secret admirer too, bwa-ha-ha!!!