...A devotional, painted pink.
Where to even begin. I was utterly and completely beside myself. She made me an old school mixtape for the perfect movie-montage summer.
She's my peach š and I'm her bunny š.
But wait, there's more! A collection-completing volume of a manga that I know was surely a mission to obtain (my absolute favourite from Taiyo Matsumoto), and an art print that made my heart soar. Joined by the tiniest of onigiri vases (yes, it's a vase for a singular stem!). Nom nom nom.
And finally we wrap up this gift report with Karen O's Crush Songs. A record that painted the figurative walls of my teenage years with a tasty angst: I was patiently kissless until 19 (none of the teen boys at school quite met the requirements of my desire), a mere three years ago, yet bursting at the seams with romantic sentiment. A tea left steeping 'til ultimate potency. Anyway, the blue vinyl is electrically sexy, and yes, that's Ultraman on the TV.