It was about 40 degrees and I had a cold. I make colds look sexy.
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Josh and I decided to get an 11 x 14 print of our favorite:
So now we have this gorgeous black and white photo and I decided we needed a beautiful handcrafted hand painted wood frame to go with it. And since I don't do wood carving and neither does Josh, I explored the web. For days. And I finally found the perfect frame.
I don't think Josh recognizes how valuable the time I put into this is. And what an amazing online researcher (shopper) I am, as evident by our IM conversation below:
11:40 AM me: josh?
josh: yes honey
11:41 AM me: we got our engagement photos
i mean, maternity
me: i'm pregnant
josh: how'd they come out?
me: and i came to the decision that we need to buy that beautiful frame
11:43 AM i know it seems pricey but it's actually practically free
josh: oh yeah? i'd love to hear the logic on that
me: well, imagine if i wanted to buy 5. i only want 1! see how simple that is?
11:44 AM josh: oh
11:45 AM me: we just saved like $400 plus shipping
me: so it's settled
11:47 AM ahem
11:48 AM josh: yes?
me: can i buy it?
josh: i thought we were gonna try to not spend a ton of money the next few weeks
me: i totally wasn't in agreement on that stupid conversation
11:49 AM josh: ha
we'll find a good piece of wood
me: thank you, lumberjack So now I have to find secret money to buy the frame. Because Josh obviously doesn't understand the value of a dollar. Money is for spending. On frames. Expensive ones. With pretty edges.