As I mentioned yesterday, today is our second wedding anniversary, which calls for cotton gifts. How extraordinarily convenient.
|Lucie’s porthole technique, with (of course) Summersville|
I don’t want to get overly mushy (I am English, you know. Stiff upper lip and all that), but I really would marry him over and over again.
I also took advantage of Lucie’s brilliant fabric design skills to whip up a coaster:
|ok, so there’s some linen in there. Sue me.|
And I am just going to leave this here, because why not.
Happy Anniversary, baby. Love you 8.