I’ve said it before, and I’ll probably say it again, I am a
really slack blogger! I do loads that I would love to blog about, but finding
the time to sit and write it all out seems to escape me. That has been truer
than ever this month!
In July, we had Hubby’s birthday. I want to preface this by
saying that I completely and utterly adore him, BUT he’s not as emotionally exuberant
as I am. So when I make things that I get excited about, he barely bats and
eyelid. I have learned over the last decade + that, “That’s nice” in hubby
speak equates to, “Wow, babe! That’s amazing!” in my language. But I still hold
out hope that one day he’ll be as excited as I am…On top of this, I don’t seem
to be able to find the perfect gifts for him. I have come across presents in
clean outs that are still in their original packaging that I gave to him while
still in our teens.
So when his birthday rocked around this year, I was stumped.
He desperately needed a new wallet, but I loathe handmade wallets. I have no
idea what it is about them, but I just think they look dodgy (sorry to any
proud wallet makers out there!). But, in keeping with our handmade theme, I set
about making him a wallet. I unpicked his wallet (he really moaned about being
walletless too!) and painstakingly tried to recreate it out of orange fabric
(his favourite colour). I got Big to handle the wallet with paint on her hands
(she kept trying to touch the wallet without
getting the paint on it, bless her!) and stamped ‘RAIDED’ across the front,
because we all get to his wallet before he does!
I hated it! I still do! So, with children in tow, I braved
the shops and bought him a leather wallet and a new ipod for ‘Angry Fridays’ at
work (the day he plays heavy metal music in the workshop). Our shopping trip dissolved
into tears when Big discovered that we would not be presenting Daddy with the
wallet that she helped make. Needless to say, the store bought wallet is under
our bed in its original packet, while Hubby carts around his one of a kind one.
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