Well, it's not really funny. It's more unbelievably yummy. But, if you know us, than you know that D & I aren't big gift givers to each other. We've always thought it was most romantic to celebrate a birthday or anniversary with a perfect evening at home, having dinner together, holding hands & you know, just being a little googly-eyed in general. But he brought home a "little" surprise yesterday.
Yes. That is a delicious pillow. That was a gift from our dear friend Ibrahim. It's the thing behind the pillow.
Isn't that a great button? I'm in love with that button. Especially because it lives on my favorite colors ~ poppy + mango. And my favorite texture. Raw fabric.
And my favorite thing. Soft padded corners. Clean lines. Vintage.
Did you guess?
Swoon. This was almost too much. Almost.
D & I live in a giant cabin. It's where we spend 24 hours a day, working & playing, raising, cooking, making & dancing. I love our rustic-y life, but D knows I'll always be a city girl. What's romantic today? Being seen & gotten & celebrated in my own home. If I was a couch, this would be me. (And letting my bestest loviest friend know he did a very, very good job.)