I knew I wanted to do something more creative to keep me sane in my day job. Something that will keep me on my toes to appreciate and love what I normally do to bring home the bacon (metaphorically speaking, of course) more.
It sounds almost selfish having articulated that after a few weeks of rationalising and processing that in my head and convincing myself of that next step.
Oh well.
So, I contemplated - naively, I might add, out loud on my facebook profile - on purchasing the Gocco PG-5. Pretty harmless. I even checked out the sellers on etsy and eBay but held back - sometimes, I rationalise too long and too hard. That can be a bad thing (read : almost always, the print machines were bought by someone else when I finally decided to plunge and burn a huge hole in my pocket).
Anyways, I had a back up plan. I have always been good at silkscreen printing. I could do that on paper. Paper allows me control. Fabric drives me up the wall.
So, 6 maybe even 7 weeks later in Sydney, at the stroke of midnight, M quietly kissed and wished me a good birthday and slipped me a card with a printout of this:
I was gobsmacked and fell silent (I have to admit that I was feeling depressed at the thought of spending my birthday alone in Sydney with M gone from morning till evening for a conference). M had spent all that time since my contemplation, researching where to purchase that piece of almost extinct piece of print machine(!) for my birthday gift. I felt stupid and awful right then for even feeling depressed. M had done all that. For me. Me? ME?! ME!
My birthday turned out beautiful.
Not for the fact that I finally got my very own print machine from here:
Or the fact that on my birthday, the sun decided to come out and play after hiding the last 2 days prior to my birthday.
It's the fact that M sneaked out from the conference a few hours earlier to spend with me, what's left of the sunshine in Sydney for the day.
I love you sweetie.
awww, so sweet!
ReplyDeleteI know! I'm really fortunate (and grateful) and cannot fathom sometimes, how somebody like me (with my constant nagging, bugging, sulking) can be loved by someone like him. :-)
ReplyDeleteIs that you or the hormones speaking? You are so crazy sometimes :) You are one of the most lover-ly persons out there :D
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