One of my fondest and most visual childhood memories is of wishies.

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I remember skipping around the back yard, blowing all the dandelion wishies I could find, collecting the yellow ones for my mom to proudly display in a vase. I would gleefully hold them out to my mother as I entered the side screen door. These were the first gifts I ever gave.

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As I have grown a little bit older, I love to give gifts that are handmade. Much like those dandelions, these gifts come directly from my heart.

Bridget