The second I saw it, I knew. It was back in 2004 when I was searching for fonts on Village. Something about it was so sweet yet bold. Aside from the awesome typography, the bright red and my favorite pink, the phrase was just so valley girl. So very me. And I was all, dangit, I don’t care if I have to sell a kidney, I’m buying that print. And I did. Well, I bought the print without selling a kidney of course. I oohed and aahed over it. I’d pull it out and stare for a while, and then roll it back up and put it back under my bed, where it lived. You see, I was a poor college student and couldn’t afford a $400 custom frame that my beloved print so deserved. And there it sat, well, for like ever. We brought it out briefly on our wedding day, but then it quickly went back into it’s tube, back under the bed.
I always knew there’d be a perfect place for it. Far in my future. It had to be perfect though. Because I loved it so much. And because I’m stubborn like that. And now was the time. I married my love, we moved into our first home, and then there was that empty wall with just enough space for something special. It just seemed right. So 6 years later, on one of our frequent furniture shopping trips, we splurged on a frame. I’m pretty sure Steven wanted to flick rubberbands at me because 1.) I don’t listen. 2.) I’m stubborn. 3.) I don’t listen. But hey, we found a frame which is what matters right? And after the frame store visit, I couldn’t help but giggle. I mean, he will be with me for like ever, which made it perfect timing for the print to go up. On our walls. In our home.