Joe and I have a tradition of homemade Valentine’s presents, and for our first year as a married couple, he outdid himself. (I, on the other hand, have concocted a rather weak offering this year.) Joe was so excited about what he made, that he gave it to me a few days early.
Remember our honeymoon to Austria? Joe found the map we used on our hike and decopaged it to a big piece of wood. He even used the jigsaw I got him for Christmas to cut the mountain line on the top. It’s huge, but it fits perfectly in the space going up to our bedroom:
Now I’ll think of our Karwendel adventure everytime I climb the stairs. (Which will probably make them feel much less steep, in perspective.)
This isn’t what I got Joe, but yesterday I stopped into “Seed” in the East Village and saw these cool Ivy hearts. They were pretty reasonable ($15-25) and I think much longer lasting than a bouquet of overpriced roses. Sorry this is so blurry. This store is like slipping into a secret garden. Everytime I go in, I think of my cousin Kelley, and my Aunt Carol Ann.