In the spirit of non-clutter (and because we pretty much never give each other anniversary gifts) Mike and I decided to celebrate the completion of our 13th year of marriage with dinner at Privet House (so very, very, very delicious) and something that represented lace.
Why lace? Well, I decided (last night) that it would be a fun challenge to look up what traditional item was associated with 13th anniversaries and try to match something with it. As it happens, lace is much easier for men (ie: straight men to purchase for their wives).
Mike did decide to be creative, so there will be nothing questionable revealed here. He decided to go with the antithesis of lace (it’s solid and not at all hole-y). I think it’s pretty cool:
And I wandered around the neighbourhood and made this beautiful bouquet. It’s Queen Anne’s Lace! (Or Wild Carrot, which is not nearly as romantic).
Day 298 scorecard: 1490 down, 335 to go