This is the first Valentine's Day where I haven't received a copious amount of candy from my Mom. This year, I just got a card. I'm not complaining, now-- I'm very lucky to have a Mom who still sends me cards. But it's just another sign that I'm past the point of no return when it comes to all things growing up. No more snacky treats in shiny red containers.
Lauren and I hung out last week and made valentines together. We really made some beautiful ones, too. She has a pirate's trove of scrap paper and metallic pens, and I was delighted to take some of it off her hands.
So... I made ten valentines. By the time I got to ten, we had both had enough of the rubber cement and rick-rack, and we called it a night. And so I've got ten lovely handmade valentines, and I don't know what I'm going to do with them. I almost want to horde them so I can admire my handiwork for years to come. But that's not only pathetic, it's a fire hazard. And a gateway into hoarding/crazy cat lady/old maid kingdom. I'm not going to tempt fate.
...want one?
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YES!!!!! ;) Ha ha You can send me one if you want. <3 Of course, I shouldn't be selfish, I got an amazing Andrea original yesterday!
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