At the ancient ages of 28 and 29, Brian and I have been invited to a “Sweet 16” party which takes place tonight.
Not only is it a “Sweet 16” party, but it’s suggested that we arrive in “evening wear” as well.
It’s a shame that no one captured the “huh?” expressions on our faces when we received our invitation.
Setting aside my living room blinds project for the moment, last night I got crafty on the gift packaging instead. Fairly confident that the recipient will be much too busy to read Square Piece today, I can tell you that she’s receiving a gift card and (to go with the theme of “Sweet 16”) she’s also receiving my favorite perfume in the whole wide world, Sugar. (It smells like a combination of heaven, love and cotton candy… sorta.)
Using a scrap of sage burlap, some Distress Ink, some poofy stickers and some quirky, pom-pom ribbon, I whipped up an adorable, “sweet” package.
What’s even more wonderful is that Brian himself had a gift for me when I came home last night.
Have I mentioned lately how much I love my husband? You’re going to need to keep this in mind – seriously! – because in ten days I’ll be blogging a story (The Dreadlock Incident) that reveals such a hilarious, heinous picture of Brian, you might think that I don’t love him. But I DO love him! And I’ve asked Brian about 20 times if he’s suuuuuuure that he’s okay with me posting this picture. He’s waffled a little, but the more I ask, the more sure he is that we really should tell the story right, picture included. Stay tuned.
Okay, so my loving husband (whom I love dearly in return, don’t forget) knows 1) how much I hate being cold and 2) what a dream it would be to own a Chevy SSR one day.
Bearing in mind that gift packaging is one major difference between men and women, look at what I came home to last night!
It’s a remote starter for my little jellybean car (which is fixed, btw)! AHHHHHHH! SSR who now?