pulled this old gas can out that I had found at the auction just a few weeks ago. It was so perfect.
Dean wanted me to give it to the couple whos wedding we were going to last Saturday, but I made it with him in mind and even though I don't know what he will do with it, I refused and let him think that I desperately want to post it on my (failure of an) Etsey shop, for sale. Not exactly a lie, but I will be more comfy after he opens it on Valentines Day.
Even a happy romantic secret shouldn't stay long between my Love and me. He is my Fire.
PS the small letters on the can say "rose is a rose is a rose." (Gertruid Stein)