Thursday, January 30, 2014

Valentine's Day Swoonery



I really love Valentine's Day.
There's no rhyme or reason.

My history with V-Day hasn't even been particularly note-worthy or positive.

My foil-wrapped cassette recorder Valentine box in 3rd grade wasn't honored as the true piece of art it was.

Rob Bendenbaugh gave me a plastic ring when I was in 4th grade and I ran off the bus and straight to the barn, where I threw it to the bottom of the garbage can, so sure I would be in trouble if my parents found out.

I never had secret admirers sending me carnations during the dreaded sale the cheerleaders ran every year in high school.
 
When we were in between engagements, Cory gave me a V-day card covered in neon smiley faces and took great pains to not use the word "love" in his salutation.

Still, somewhere along the way, Cupid snagged me.

If I'm being honest, I probably just like an excuse to string paper garlands up everywhere. (Though it does beg the question, Which came first? The obsession or the heart-shaped paper punch?)

Despite Robert telling me he thinks it's "stupid" to celebrate holidays, I went ahead and draped every upright surface with strands of magazine hearts and melted crayon wax.

Obviously, I'm not showing you this stuff because we're so top-notch and fancy around here, or even because I've stumbled upon some kind of great craft wizardry.

I'm just a big believer in letting my home reflect who I am, what I love, what gives me joy and even what entertains me. I like to keep switching things up around here, especially since that usually only means draping a different piece of garage sale fabric over a tension rod and hanging other pictures from the same, old nails.

I made some of this stuff years ago and all I needed was to string it up with a few pieces of tape, begged and borrowed from Silas Park, THE KEEPER OF THE TAPE.

I didn't pay a red cent for my "Valentine's Decorations". I  just did what I do best and scrounged around a little. It's not rocket science. I'm sure it's not even close to the look most people want. And yes, sometimes I feel like I'm one short breath away from becoming the old lady who strings plastic toys from her fruit trees.

But this stuff has cheered me up over 8 snow days in January alone and that's not nothing.

It's okay if you don't get all willy-nilly over every podunk holiday.

But if you do, work it, Sisters.
No apologies.

Your husband might think it's strange at first, but over time, he'll start to notice and then he'll start to tell you he really likes the plastic birds on the wall and then he'll start spending all his time in jail and he'll grow a ridiculous beard but now I'm just projecting.

I feel like we've done this before, but do you have any good Valentine's stories?
Happy one? Hilarious ones? Neon Smiley Face ones?

Lay it on us.