...and I'm kind of crazy, myself.
Waaaay back, when we lived in Hawaii, we were at a knife and gun show one afternoon (the one they hold every year at the Blaisdell), and I spotted a knife very similar to the one on the left in the above photo, a pink Spyderco Delicia. I thought it was hysterically funny, because the Navy SEALs that the husbeast worked with carried knives nearly identical, except twice as big, and black. The whole day, I laughed over it, calling it 'the girl knife'. So at the end of the afternoon, the husbeast went and bought it for me. (From The Aloha Melting Pot, the same place I got most of my jewelry when they were at the Stadium flea market.)
I thought having a knife was ridiculous, but I started carrying it and was shocked to find out how handy it was. It made up for a lot of my hand problems; I used it to hack into everything from boxes to bags of pretzels. When I took horticulture class, I used it to graft hibiscus (by the time I left Leeward Community College, a lot of kids in the Hawaiian Studies program had begun carrying variations of my knife, because they'd seen how useful mine was). Then, when we moved from Hawaii back to the mainland, somewhere in the chaos, it disasppeared. Not only was I sad to have lost the knife I used so much, I was sad to lose something with such good memories attatched to it. After hunting for several months through boxes and bags, we finally realized the husbeast had accidentally thrown it away at Christmas, in a pile of wrapping paper. (I'd been using the knife to open my presents.)
He went right out to buy me a new one.
Unfortunately, he couldn't. Spyderco was no longer manufacturing pink knives. (For some reason, they didn't sell. I can't imagine why.) So instead, he bought me the blue one on the right in the photo. So for the last two or three years, I've been carrying a blue knife (it comes in very handy for cutting up food into baby-sized bites), and though I never would have admitted it, I still missed my pink one. The blue knife was darn useful, but it just wasn't as hilariously feminine as the pink one had been. Little did I know, the husbeast had read my mind, and was relentlessly hunting eBay, hoping one would go up for sale. Eventualy, one did, and he snatched it up, just in time for my birthday next month. So now I've got my Girl Knife back.
He won't tell me what he paid for it.
I don't want to know.