When my husband and I first moved in with each other, I made him a treasure trail leading him around the house. It featured a pikmin I sewed him myself, because the prize at the end was Pikmin 2, since we both loved the original Pikmin.

Of course, it was horrendous. I’ve proven to myself time and time again that sewing is not my thing. But my husband refused to allow me to get rid of it because of sentimental value, and it has been a permanent addition to our home.

Fast forward a few years later, and I tried to convince him to replace it wiiiiith:

 So was it a success?


No it wasn’t.

Now we have two Pikmin.

Happy Friday, Everyone!