The fact that husbands rarely get crafty treats? A travesty. A sham. A mockery. A traveshamockery.
And had I chosen not to follow through with this idea/opportunity, it would have been a St. Patrick’s Day travesty. A sham. And a mockery. A… traveshamrockery.
So here it is. I just had to do it. I was all giggly the whole time I was working on it.
My husband’s birthday is coming up. He’s hard to buy for. He’s hard to make for. He does appreciate the making out. But this is a crafty blog.
He’s got a sense of humor all his own. He loves Ireland. His birthday is in March. All of these things resulted in this little nugget o’ silly.
I gave the shirt to him tonight. He’s hard to impress. Adrianna likes to say “did he pee his pants when he saw_____” whatever it was I did most recently. Uh… no. He doesn’t pee his pants or jump or exclaim or make effusive hand gestures that would seem to say “wow”. But you can tell when he’s surprised and likes something, because his eyes do that little crinkle in the corner that has to happen when you smile a real deal sort of smile. And the thank you kiss is more of the enthusiastic “kiss me, I’m Irish” sort than the “hi honey, that’s nice” sort.
And just in case you have some time on your hands before your own St. Patrick’s Day fun, it’s a thought. Maybe you need your own traveshamrockery tee. Especially if it might get you the “kiss me, I’m Irish” sort of kiss.
To make it, I used an Irish font I found at Fontspace and also found the shamrock icon there. I made a freezer paper stencil and painted it. Done. Ready for tomorrow. Sláinte.