I made this stamp for my parents months ago, very early on in my stamp infatuation. I gift-wrapped it, packed it carefully, and mailed it off, only to have it returned weeks later through some mysterious postal service portal. I've just held onto it ever since, feeling superstitiously that it shouldn't be mailed. All very dramatic, I know. But soon I'll be able to give it to them in person, hoping that my humble rendition of their lovely home can somehow thank them for saving me again, and again, and again.
Maybe they'll even like their stamp so much they'll take me to The Chicago Diner, Bleeding Heart Bakery, and Wishbone while I'm in town. Ooh, and Handlebar- Bell's beer, vegan samosas, and cuties on bikes... Chicago, you know I love you.