| Tea Gifts Give the gift of natural and healthy tea's! Owens Acres has over 100+ hand blended herbal teas, almost all are caffeine and sugar free! |
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 | Peppermint Twist | |
| Great hot or iced - perfect for company. Kids love it cause | |
| it's naturally sweet, mom's love it because it's caffeine and sugar free. Now available in tin or sack which make perfect little gifts! Comes in 1 or 2 oz. Cello bags, Muslin hand stamped sack or 8 oz. tin. Perfect little hostess gifts or gifts for teachers and co-workers. |
| Winter Berry Bliss | |
| Warming blend of Peppermint, Rose Hips and Petals, Elderberries, | |
| Lavender, and Ginger Root. Lovely when brewed - yummy to drink. Great hot or iced, perfect to brew with hot red wine or cider. Great for digestion, high in vitamins - perfect for the whole family. Was our Jingle Berry Bliss, renamed because it's so good all year round. |
| Mulling Spices for Hot Cider or Hot Wine |
outside. Contains: California Bay Leaf, Cloves, Cardamom, Orange Peel, star Anise,
Allspice Berries, Cinnamon Sticks & chips.
| Muslin Sack $4.95 or 8 oz. Tin $8.95 | |
| Midnight Dreary Tea (formerly Afaka) | |
| If Edgar Allen Poe drank tea, bet he'd be sipping something like | |
| Midnight Dreary! Sweet, warm, and minty. Refreshing as a sun tea, hot tea, or after dinner tea! Soothing, warm, and calming, aids in digestion, anti-inflammatory, normalizes ovulation, stimulates interferon to aid in immune-response deficiency, soothes sore throat and colds, Contains: Licorice Root, Peppermint, Fennel, and Basil. Note: Licorice can elevate blood pressure. See Poet Tea page for gift options. |
| Bombay Chai Tea Blend | |
| Antioxidant blend of fennel Seed, Cardamom, Cloves, Cinnamon Chips and Sticks, | |
| Ginger Root, and Peppercorns. Great as hot tea, or mix with milk for a Chai hot tea or iced tea. Sack is 1.7 oz., 8 oz. tin is 4.8 oz. Sold by weight, not by volume. |
| Harvest Moon | |
| I really wanted to have a Fall tea this year, so here it is! Harvest | |
| moon is a mix of late Summer, early Fall ingredients including: Cinnamon chips and sticks, Orange Peel, Rose Hips, Chamomile, Cardamom pods, Dried California Persimmons, Calendula, and Rose petals. Helps warm and soothe on crisp Fall days. High in antioxidants! Soothing and cozy. |
| Fairy Tea | |
| Children love tea and this one is the perfect sweet blend of | |
| Spearmint, Lavender, and Elderberries. Great cold remedy and full of vitamins and antioxidants. Dark and sweet. Nice gift with one of our Tea Ball Charmers. Little girls love tea too, and this one is perfect for little tea parties with friends! |
| Good Gossip | |
| One of my personal favorite blends I thought I'd share! | |
| Great to share the gossip with friends or sip alone and dream up good gossip (just kidding!). Delightful tea to sip anytime. Contains: Chamomile, Lemongrass, and Lavender. |
| Uplifting tea of Lemon Balm, Spearmint, and Lavender. | |
| Lovely with a good book. Historical recipe from the 1600's. |
| Fairy Wings Tea Ball | |
| Cute little fairy wings Tea Ball Charmer. Goes perfect with | |
| the Fairy Tea and when paired with the tea, makes a nice gift for under $10 |
| Paris Tea Ball | |
| Super cute tea ball with Eiffel Tower and Passport Charms, | |
| Pair with the French tea in Muslin Sack for a nice gift under $10! |
| Peppermint Tea Ball | |
| Peppermint candy charm. Paired with the Peppermint Tea, | |
| it's a nice gift for under $10! . |
| Telephone Charm | |
| We just had to make a telephone Tea Ball Charmer to go | |
| with our new favorite tea! |
| French Tea | |
| Enjoy poetry or just a good book with our new Poet Tea's. | |
| Named after my favorites - hope I have yours too! These will be offered in hand stamped bags soon, perfect gift for a poet or avid reader! | ||
| Tea is sold loose, so if you don't have a tea ball, check out our | |
| Tea Ball Charmers. | ||
| You can read one of their poems at the bottom of the page. | |
| Midnight Dreary | |
| Edgar Allen Poe (1809 - 1840) | |
| This was formerly our Afaka Licorice tea, but | |
| Midnight Dreary seemed more appropriate! If Edgar Allen Poe drank tea, bet he'd be sipping something like Midnight Dreary! Sweet, warm, and minty. Refreshing as a sun tea, hot tea, or after dinner tea! Soothing, warm, and calming, aids in digestion, anti-inflammatory, normalizes ovulation, stimulates interferon to aid in immune-response deficiency, soothes sore throat and colds, Contains: Licorice Root, Peppermint, Fennel, and Basil. Note: Licorice can elevate blood pressure. |
| Shakespeare Tea | |
| William Shakespeare 1564 - 1616) | |
| This is one of the first tea's I ever made and it's | |
| based on a historical recipe I found online, and it's been a long time favorite of Owens Acres customers. Popular in Victorian times, Shakespeare tea is a garden blend of Lavender, Peppermint, Summer Savory, Sweet Marjoram, and Calendula petals. You can imagine, people made tea's from what they had in the garden. Since Marjoram is a relative of Oregano, I'd think this tea was probably designed for stomach ailments (such as parasites).... It's got an earthy and delightful taste! |
| Caged Bird | |
| Maya Angelou (1928 - Present) | |
| Enlightened and thoughtful. Maya tea contains | |
| soothing Chamomile, Calendula, Red Raspberry Leaf. Red Raspberry, where mothers and children are concerned, is a gift from heaven. This tea is a warm motherly embrace anytime. Enjoy hot or iced anytime, kids love it too! Can also be used for soothing herbal bath, don't forget your put Maya on your MP3! |
| Sweet Jane | |
| Melancholy and romantic, Jane's tea contains sweet | |
| Rose and Lavender with Lemon Balm, which probably grew in her lovely English garden. Soothing and naturally sweet, great hot on a rainy day as you watch the rain drops roll down the windows, and your breathe fogs up the glass.... Muslin sack has garden hat with flowers on it. |
Ode to Pity, Jane Austin
Ever musing I delight to tread
The Paths of honour and the Myrtle Grove
Whilst the pale Moon her beams doth shed
On disappointed Love.
While Philomel on airy hawthorn Bush
Sings sweet and Melancholy, And the thrush
Converses with the Dove.
Gently brawling down the turnpike road,
Sweetly noisy falls the Silent Stream--
The Moon emerges from behind a Cloud
And darts upon the Myrtle Grove her beam.
Ah! then what Lovely Scenes appear,
The hut, the Cot, the Grot, and Chapel queer,
And eke the Abbey too a mouldering heap,
Cnceal'd by aged pines her head doth rear
And quite invisible doth take a peep.
Ever musing I delight to tread
The Paths of honour and the Myrtle Grove
Whilst the pale Moon her beams doth shed
On disappointed Love.
While Philomel on airy hawthorn Bush
Sings sweet and Melancholy, And the thrush
Converses with the Dove.
Gently brawling down the turnpike road,
Sweetly noisy falls the Silent Stream--
The Moon emerges from behind a Cloud
And darts upon the Myrtle Grove her beam.
Ah! then what Lovely Scenes appear,
The hut, the Cot, the Grot, and Chapel queer,
And eke the Abbey too a mouldering heap,
Cnceal'd by aged pines her head doth rear
And quite invisible doth take a peep.
Still I Rise by Maya Angelou
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors
gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the
slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors
gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the
slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.
The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more."
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore -
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore -
Nameless here for evermore.
And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,
"'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door -
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; -
This it is, and nothing more."
Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you"- here I opened wide the door; -
Darkness there, and nothing more.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore?"
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!" -
Merely this, and nothing more.
Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
"Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice:
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -
'Tis the wind and nothing more."
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door -
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door -
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore.
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no
craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the Nightly shore -
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning- little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blest with seeing bird above his chamber door -
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as "Nevermore."
But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered- not a feather then he fluttered -
Till I scarcely more than muttered, "other friends have flown before -
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before."
Then the bird said, "Nevermore."
Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
"Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore -
Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
Of 'Never - nevermore'."
But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;
Then upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore -
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking "Nevermore."
This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!
Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor.
"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he hath
sent thee
Respite - respite and nepenthe, from thy memories of Lenore:
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! -
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted -
On this home by horror haunted- tell me truly, I implore -
Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil - prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore -
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore -
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore."
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
"Be that word our sign in parting, bird or fiend," I shrieked,
upstarting -
"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken!- quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my
door!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted - nevermore!
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more."
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore -
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore -
Nameless here for evermore.
And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,
"'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door -
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; -
This it is, and nothing more."
Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you"- here I opened wide the door; -
Darkness there, and nothing more.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore?"
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!" -
Merely this, and nothing more.
Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
"Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice:
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -
'Tis the wind and nothing more."
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door -
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door -
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore.
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no
craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the Nightly shore -
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning- little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blest with seeing bird above his chamber door -
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as "Nevermore."
But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered- not a feather then he fluttered -
Till I scarcely more than muttered, "other friends have flown before -
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before."
Then the bird said, "Nevermore."
Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
"Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore -
Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
Of 'Never - nevermore'."
But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;
Then upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore -
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking "Nevermore."
This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!
Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor.
"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he hath
sent thee
Respite - respite and nepenthe, from thy memories of Lenore:
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! -
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted -
On this home by horror haunted- tell me truly, I implore -
Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil - prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore -
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore -
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore."
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
"Be that word our sign in parting, bird or fiend," I shrieked,
upstarting -
"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken!- quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my
door!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted - nevermore!
A Fairy Song by William Shakespeare
Over hill, over dale,
Thorough bush, thorough brier,
Over park, over pale,
I do wander everywhere,
Swifter than the moon's sphere;
And I serve the Fairy Queen,
To dew her orbs upon the green;
The cowslips tall her pensioners be;
In their gold coats spots you see;
Those be rubies, fairy favours;
In those freckles live their savours;
I must go seek some dewdrops here,
And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.
Over hill, over dale,
Thorough bush, thorough brier,
Over park, over pale,
I do wander everywhere,
Swifter than the moon's sphere;
And I serve the Fairy Queen,
To dew her orbs upon the green;
The cowslips tall her pensioners be;
In their gold coats spots you see;
Those be rubies, fairy favours;
In those freckles live their savours;
I must go seek some dewdrops here,
And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.
A Year In The Life Of A Tree, Laura Owens
Spring is here my life has begun
as I bend my bare branches towards the sun.
My leaves are warmed then cooled at night
as spring time slips silently out of sight.
The Summer sun beats steadily down,
my leaves abundant, shade the ground.
The Summer sun now scorches my leaves,
as Autumn winds blow, they'll fall with ease.
Winter is here and so unfair,
my branches are cold and ever so bare.
I dream of the Spring and the year to come,
as I bend my bare branches towards the sun.
Spring is here my life has begun
as I bend my bare branches towards the sun.
My leaves are warmed then cooled at night
as spring time slips silently out of sight.
The Summer sun beats steadily down,
my leaves abundant, shade the ground.
The Summer sun now scorches my leaves,
as Autumn winds blow, they'll fall with ease.
Winter is here and so unfair,
my branches are cold and ever so bare.
I dream of the Spring and the year to come,
as I bend my bare branches towards the sun.
| Selected Poems - enjoy! | |
| Set of Four Poet Teas & Tea Ball | |
| Makes a lovely and thoughtful gift with a book of poems for anyone who | |
| writes, reads, or enjoys poetry and tea! Baskets are one of a kind vintage, so no two will be alike. Wrapped and ready to give in small basket. Add a vintage teacup and book from one of the authors! |
| Raven Tea Ball | |
| We found this perfect little Raven charm to go with | |
| our Midnight Dreary Tea! 2" tea ball with raven charm. Makes a cute gift when paired with the muslin stamped sack! |
| Bird Cage Tea Ball | |
| Tea ball with bird cage charm is perfect with our | |
| "Caged Bird" Maya tea! Makes a cute gift under $10 when paired with the stamped bag of tea! |
| Royal Lion Tea Ball | |
| Perfect for our Shakespeare tea, this royal lion is | |
| quintessential English and of the same time era in history! |
| Gardening Tea Ball | |
| You can't read a Jane Austin book or poem | |
| without thinking about those quintessential English gardens! |
| Poet Teas |
| Telephone Charm | |
| We just had to make a telephone Tea Ball Charmer to go | |
| with our new favorite tea! |
| Valentine Gift Tea Basket | |
| This is a limited edition for Valentines Day 2012. One ounce of our Valentine | |
| Tea (Lavender, Rose Petals, and Hibiscus) with a 2" mesh heart shaped tea ball with a heart charm on it. Comes in 5 1/2" x 4 1/2" wood strawberry box with hand crafted felt heart! Gift wrapped in cellophane with a 1" grosgrain bow and ready to give! Free gift card included too. Note: Felt hearts are one of a kind, so you may receive a different color or pattern.....May be one big heart or 2 or 3 little hearts. |