Once upon a time, a long long time ago, a young couple finally could afford to buy themselves a bed after a couple of years of sleeping on a futon mattress on the floor. They bought a lovely, well crafted, classic iron bedframe that they’d been wanting to get for years. When it came it was as lovely as they hoped, unless they wanted to sit up in bed and read/drink coffee/do anything that involved resting your back upon the classic, cold, hard, angular iron, which proved to be really uncomfortable.
So one of them decided to make a couple of cushions to alleviate that problem. Colour schemes were discussed, the fabric was bought, the first cushion was made. And they started using it straight away, taking it in turns to be able to sit up comfortably in bed, until the second cushion was finished.
The other one dropped a hint about the second cushion.
More years passed.
Finally the one that does most of the sewing decided to use Valentines Day as a deadline to finish the second cushion. A few days before hand the fabric was pressed, measured, cut out and the sewing started.
Then it was actually valentines day and still the cushion wasn’t finished. So she got up, brought the other one (who had to go to work) a cup of coffee in bed, got back into bed herself and promptly fell asleep again, safe in the knowledge that they didn’t really do Valentines Day anymore so a cup of coffee definitely put her ahead of the game.
Later, some time after she got up, she found a bottle of wine and a home made card on the bedside table and thought “b***er”.
That evening, she finally, just about, finished the second cushion – complete with hapazardly sewn on hanging loop fasteney things (it had been a long day) and she attached it to the bed to be found by her beloved at bedtime. Which should still be Valentines Day, at least. One day she will add loops to the first cushion too. But first it needs a wash. And she needs to buy more velcro.