I recall the V-Day I screamed at him because he came home at 10:00 at night to cold steaks that I had made, because he spent that entire Saturday snowmobiling with his Dad's drunk friends. I recall the cold and awkward V-Day in Bertucci's when he yelled at me for leaving the coupon in the car. Mostly I remember that we always bought each other good shit, because we were good at presents. Not feelings. But when it came to presents we were solid.
But I digress. Anyway, as kids it was the sweetest thing, right? It meant those little foldable valentine's cards with characters on them from your entire class, and doing a craft project to make a mailbox for them. It meant candy: my parents always bought us those little russell stover heart shaped boxes with chocolates. Mostly it meant nothing more than the superficial, and that was pleasant. Mostly in the adult world, it's a shitty holiday that puts pressure on people who should just otherwise focus on treating each other well every regular day.
So, this year I am determined to dial it back to the childhood level. What did it mean then? Treats and decorations. And that's what it's going to mean to me again. I refuse to feel badly about being alone, because even people in relationships struggle on this particular holiday. I'm going to treat myself and celebrate my awesomeness on my own. I'm buying myself flowers. Yes, I am. From the same delivery company Jaime used to use and I'm dragging out that beautiful red vase he gave me the flowers in on that last V-day together because I fucking love that vase and I'm going to get good use out of it. And I asked my cousin Michelle to make me a dozen cupcakes (she has a business). I'm getting dark chocolate with raspberry preserve filling, and white chocolate chambord swiss meringue frosting. Yes, be jealous that I'm going to inhale those bitches (okay, I'm going to share with my family) and enjoy myself. And I'm going to share with you all my attempt at putting a tiny bit of V-day spirit into the family home. May your Valentine's Day NOT suck. :)
|Proflowers. He used to buy me flowers from them because Howard Stern used them: oh love.|
|Courtesy of Happy Cake, see description above. Yum.|
|my homeade mantel decor|
|my wreath v-day craft project|