Yesterday Steve came home with yet another Valentine's Day present (a Nina Simone CD) and a lovely card. I cannot tell you what was IN the card, because sometimes the responsibility for the overflow of tears and the melting hearts is just too great for one person to bear, and so I must try to protect you. I'm still cleaning up after yesterday's post.
But the outside of the card was simple and gorgeous, and handmade (as usual). A heart, and T L (for True Love - a running theme for us) and I admired it, then moved on, then came back to it and wondered how he made it. Sometimes he hand-letters, sometimes he uses his graphic design skills, sometimes he prints out the words in a great font and cuts them with an exacto knife and uses that as a stencil - he's always creative. But this time...it looked familiar, but I couldn't put my finger on what it was about it that I recognized.
Then he told me. On his lunch he went to a convenience store and bought two potatoes (and quite honestly, was flabbergasted that they cost $2.50 there) and took them back to the studio and carved them for the card. It caused quite a stir, apparently. "You're not really doing that for her card, are you?" "Wow! I haven't done that since grade school!" and so on. Next thing you know, other graphic artists, account managers, and various studio and ad agency types were running around with a potato heart and ink pads and making cards for their loved ones.
When he told me about that last night, I said to him "You KNOW I'm blogging about this right?", and he pulled the potatoes out of his bag for me, because he already knew.
That, my friends, is TRUE LOVE.
