This is entirely unnecessary. No one in the world needs a Jane Austen cookie cutter. However, I give not one fig about practicality. I want one. I want one, like yesterday. Yes, please!
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That is so cute. Don’t you wonder what she would think or say if she knew about this? LOL
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Amazed and amused.
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As a distant descendent, I’m sure she would have been tickled! I want one yesterday as well!
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I’m an Austen, too (including down to the name). Small world. I think she would be amazed first, then amused. I am definitely buying a cookie cutter. It is too cute/weird.
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Hello, Cousin! How fascinating. I come down from her mother’s family, the Leighs. How about you?
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I am from the other side of the family. It’s really funny, but I actually have an Aunt Jane. No, my grandparents did not do that to her! She married my uncle when I was a child, but now she is stuck with the name of Jane Austen. It’s hilarious.
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Leigh is still in my family and is one of my uncle’s middle names but I’m very envious that you come down from the Austens! Anon, anon!
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Distantly enough at this point, but I guess we lucked out being on the side with the name. 🙂
Of course, being a writer and having that name is funny-but I love it anyway.
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🙂
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Absolutely.
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I can’t believe how materialistic you are–kidding! It’s super cute and weird. My best friend and I once made cookies in the shape of hockey players, decorated them down to the real color of the players’ eyes then brought them to Madison Square Garden to give to the Rangers. The players were impressed but a little weirded out. We were young and in love.
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Haha, you caught me. I want all of the things in the world, right down to the weird cookie cutters. Mwaaaa-hahahaha!
That is hilarious, and exactly the sort of thing young girls with crushes do.
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Boys and men just don’t understand 🙂
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True! Fortunately for you, hockey players are usually really, really nice. I’m sure they hid their inner horror well. 😉
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Imagine eating a cookie of yourself–hahaha
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Hilarious and horrifying, especially if some random person just handed it to you.
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I’m laughing! Just remembering we also painted the box with a Stanley Cup on it featuring all of their names in tiny print–we spent days on the project. We were never bored. My father delighted in our weirdness and bought us the tickets to the game. he also drove us to the mall when we sewed KISS costumes, painted our faces, took the day off from school and just wandered around. My aunt was there selling cookies for a church fundraiser–I still remember her horrified face!
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KISS, huh? That is hilarious. 🙂
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GASP!!! IT’S SOLD OUT!!!
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They will be getting it back in stock. If you are on their e-mail list (like I am) then you will receive notification when it is back. 🙂
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Unbelievably cool!
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I want one…a lot. I cannot wait for them to be restocked.
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