trunks and genes

I'm not an artistic or crafty person. I have bad handwriting, I cut crooked, and am envious of most children's ability to draw. Combine that with the fact that I don't really have many skills and am terribly unsentimental and you get very low expectations for a personalized, homemade-ish gift. So when i saw this trunk at an antique shop in Seattle, I knew I had to come up with a logical reason to buy it, other than the fact that it was awesome, since I was unemployed and already spending way too much money on a weekend trip in support of the love of my life...uh i mean the second love of my life. Anyway, I immediately thought of three things: Christmas present, maps, john. And with that the trunk was stuffed into the back of Lindsey's car and headed for UT. John loves maps so I decided I would attempt to recreate the belly of the beast and this is what happened..

the belly

our great nation

his and her's home/current states and the narcissistic love affair

the final product

and now our new coffee table

with a natural lack of creativity and artistic genes that seemed to have skipped my DNA, i'd like to think, hmmm it turned out alright.