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It's time to get creative for sweet hubby's Christmas gift.

Officially, we told each other we are not exchanging gifts this year.

But I have a record to keep up -- there is always some sort of surprise for sweet hubby under the tree at my Mama's house. Last year, I painted him a picture, and we hung it in our dining room until a friend gave us a much bigger, better picture for my birthday.

The year before, I think I snuck a new camera under the tree.

And the year before that, I think, was the year I snuck the kitty into our lives....(And he thought he was getting a fishing pole, from the wrapping job I did!).

I can't remember everything, but there has always been something under the tree for him, when he is expecting either nothing (because we've agreed to do nothing for each other since in general there are so many gifts going on), or a specific item we've already talked about...And since I'm pretty sure there won't be plane tickets to
Chile materializing out of thin air within the next three days, I'm going to have to implement crafty-sneaky-time while he is at work today.

I've begun -- using found objects -- to create what I hope will become a great looking photo frame.

A few years ago, I found some discarded windows in the neighborhood (and yes, I did pick them up off a trash pile and take them home. Don't judge). They have sat, collecting dust, in our storage shed for a long time now, and sweet hubby has been after me to get rid of them.

In the same storage shed, we also have the leftover paint from our living room.

I found some scrub brushes, sponges, windex, and went at that frame -- it looks a little better now. I need to mix the paint back up, find a brush, and get started. While it dries, the plan is to get some of these great pictures printed, find some pretty paper for a matte, and somehow rig this thing to hang in our bedroom.

So for now, I leave you with pictures of myself and sweet hubby. Enjoy!




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  1. So fun to see pictures of you two. I would love to see a picture of how the finished product turns out!

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