28 jars of mustard: A love story

When Patrice and I first started seeing each other in 2007, every day was full of miraculous discoveries.

"Hey, we both have freckles! Isn't that neat?"
"I have that CD too! And that one! And that one!"
"You like root beer? Wow! I like root beer too! What are the odds?"

So many signs. We didn't need convincing. All the mysterious ways of the universe pointed in only one direction. Then one day I proudly revealed the existence of my one-of-a-kind, totally unique mustard collection. My smug grin was rapidly replaced by a stupefied stare when he informed me that he, too, possessed a collection of mustard! Clearly we were meant to be together.

Eva's mustard collection

Five years have passed. We are taking the next step. We're shacking up! This, of course, means that our respective mustard collections are coming together to become one mind-blowingly huge mustard collection. A mustard collection for the ages. I think this calls for a party.

Patrice's mustard collection