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.
And maybe, through the same mysteries of the postal service portal, I will magically appear in Chicago and be able to dine at the same lovely establishments you've named...
Posted by: Cryssl | September 25, 2010 at 09:22 PM
didn't know you were a chicagoan :) have a good visit (and may i recommend floriole on webster?)
Posted by: jane | September 28, 2010 at 07:04 AM
Crystal, why didn't we think of that! Next time you'll have to come with me & we'll feast, Chicago-style.
Jane- I'm a Southside girl, all the way! I will add Floriole to my wishlist, for sure. Thanks!
Posted by: tess | October 03, 2010 at 08:01 PM
Gosh...their home looks exactly like mine! Huh...lovely and what a great gift! What a sweet daughter you are! :)
xo
Melis
Posted by: Melissa de la Fuente | October 04, 2010 at 09:58 AM