Mr. D. like most men I am sure, is one of the hardest people to buy for. He has almost one of everything you could possibly buy in a lifetime and after 15 years together I have finally run out of ideas... so this year I bought him what I loved... good idea...right?... WRONG!
I have had my eye on this beauty for the past couple of years... that is the nice thing about primitive, it never goes out of style. I drooled so long, the price had finally come way down to an affortable level... so what do I do, buy it for him... instead of me.
What was I thinking... who knew it was going to be so beautiful and fit perfectly on my lovely primitive sleigh bed... and be right at home with my homemade blanket crane and all my other primitive pieces in the room.
I desperately tried to justify why it would look much better on my bed than his... to the point where Mr. D. was starting to feel quilty about taking it home
I actually shed a tear as he loaded her into the van and drove off into the sunset with MY quilt...