For your favorite typewriter fetishist: their mug, banged out on a Smith Corona, complete with authentic ink smears and White-Out.
Yes, folks: this is a custom silhouette delicately snipped into a leaf.
What have your hands accomplished today?
Your love story embroidered in black-and-white makes it that less cloying.
A roly-poly, fuzzy-wuzzy, silly-sweet way of memorializing your family. One of my top gift picks for the sentimentalist who has everything.
I’m not particularly proud of my litany of scars; they read as a topography of idiotic skateboard accidents and aggrieved cat scratches.
But on my left shin, there’s a smiling crescent where I, undeterred, scaled a vanity, then balanced on a mirror to polish a light fixture.
Needless to say, I fell. Leg breakage ensued.
One day, I thought, this will be funny. Or if not funny, at least ridiculously memorable.
That’s the story I’ll tell–that I was young and clean, and life seemed pliable–when you ask about my new necklace.
