I'm obsessed with cards. Greeting cards, postcards, any cards. Anything printed, really. Which is why all I asked for this holiday was a card. My valentine knows me so well!
The left is a book illustration reproduction from the V&A Museum; the right is classically something my boyfriend would get me. He left it intentionally blank so we could frame it and put it up. It just screams, "Hey let's head back to my place in the Mini and put on some records!"