I think my housemates were more than a little confused by it, but they were kind enough to prop it up against my door (like I imagine Santa would. I don't know.)
I could have stopped right here and it would have been enough joy to last me a long time.
Not only is that my favourite nail polish (which I just ran out of) and the most delicious candies, she made that brain (pencil topper) and arm (pen holder).
My face: 
Not done. The ribbon is sparkly. I feel the need to share this. 
Are you seeing this?
These are handmade and I'm not entirely convinced that they aren't made of cotton candy and magic.
Here's where I actually lost it. 
The back: 
The photos fail to convey exactly how gorgeous these are.
Composition book + zombies = DEcomposition book = Liz collapsed into a pile of mush.
The note inside was so tender and lovely that I had to go and make another cup of tea.
No lie.
I could not be happier if Phillip Seymour Hoffman walked through my door with a tea tray, condoms, and my finished essays.
Thank you so much, Raena!
Forever and ever and ever AMEN.
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