It may be February – but I am just now putting up my Christmas gift. (And by “I” I actually do not mean me.  Because “I” am, uh, horrible at hanging items in a secure fashion.  Just ask my husband.  Or don’t.  Please.) As I was saying  . . . the Christmas gift is just now being displayed. Because that’s how we roll. I love this shelf. Love it. It was my Christmas present from Jon.  (I was lucky enough for him to draw my name in the Christmas framily exchange.) I love it because Jon made it.  (And I love homemade, handcrafted.  You know.) And I love it because…