Travis didn't think that getting a girlfriend with the hobbies of an old lady would mean that he'd get anything out of it. But oh, was he wrong. You are probably one of, if not the most creative person he's ever met. You have a knack for making things, but your favorite? Knitting. Which means that lucky for Travis, he barely even needs to shop anymore. Why? Because you make him clothing.

"Are you wearing the new sweater I made you?" You ask him one day while making breakfast, a smile tugging at your lips at the sight of him in the white sweater.

"Of course I am. Pretty much my whole closet is your creations." His response is blunt, but it's true. Half of his belongings were made by you.