My husband is a man of many talents--have I mentioned that before? One of them is reading my mind. I was dreaming of a purse for fall, thinking of an elongated shape with oranges and flowers. In my mind, it had browns and was made of either corduroy or leather or some silky blend...I was trying to figure out how and when I was going to make it. Then, what does he bring home to me as a surprise? This purse!
He does not, as a rule, buy me flowers. He grows them instead. But he made an exception for this amazing bag. It was a squeal-worthy gift, it was so perfectly out of my wishes. Now I'm going to make a little cell-phone cover and a little business card holder from my remnants.
Like everyone else, we are on a tight budget this year, and this is an extravagance that I wouldn't usually indulge in for myself. That makes it that much sweeter. Aren't all great surprises like that?
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