This past Christmas, my husband and I made each other gifts in addition to buying each other gifts. That’s right. Not instead of buying gifts. In addition to. We’re gift hogs. I’ll post what I made him later but here is what he made me:
No, we do not have a Cricut machine. I wish we did! More importantly, my husband wishes we did. He printed out my favorite Jasper Fforde quote on vinyl, used an X-acto knife to cut it out, and put it up in my front room. And for his effort, he re-earned my undying love and a horrible back ache from poor X-acto use posture. Totally worth it.
Who is Jasper Fforde, you may ask. He’s one of those authors that you either get or you don’t get. He wrote an entire novel based on his incredulity that various sized bowls filled with boiling porridge would be at the relative temperatures that Goldilocks found them. Yeah, like I said, you either get it or you don’t. And I’m not sure what “getting it” says about how my brain works…
Now when I sit on my fantastic orange and black couches in my fantastic orange and yellow sitting room reading a fantastic book of any color, this is my view.