Upon her arrival at our workshop for a bit of stitch & stuffing repair, ButtonRot told us, quite cheekily, that she preferred to be called “ButtRot.” It’s a miracle, really, that she’s settling in so nicely with her new Keeper, a lovely woman who lives in Georgia, in a development just down the road from an old cemetery.
Those who keep her often report the same strange phenomenon: When rooms grow too quiet, an uneasy chuckle lingers in the air. It may be Buttonrot’s way of reminding her Keeper that trouble is never far behind.
ButtRot wasted no time once she finally arrived at her Keeper’s house before getting into mischief. She reportedly got into the refrigerator looking for her favorite stinky cheese. Later, she snuck into her Keeper’s purse and hid in the Halloween aisle at the shop in town, thinking she could pop out and scare her Keeper (who was, fortunately, way ahead of her and not scared one bit.)
ButtRot’s Keeper sent the most delightful birthday surprise — a photo of our sweet little gremlin perched beside a giant birthday card, her tiny smile beaming in the light.
The card itself is bright and playful, but what really gets me is how comfortable she looks. It’s like she knows she’s exactly where she’s meant to be — and that’s the best gift of all.
It’s easy to forget, between the fabric scraps and paint stains, that every GrimmWhimm creation carries a spark of something real. This little reminder from ButtRot’s Keeper made my day. đŸ–¤