Valentine’s Day was never a personal favorite. I thought that my grandma dying on February 14th last year would seal the deal and make it a sad occasion each year.
But, in fact, the opposite happened. I made valentines with my sister over the weekend. I dressed up, wearing some of my favorite red shoes and a cardigan of my grandma’s. I got a fun box in the mail and a heart cookie from a friend (and one, um, anatomical cookie that made me laugh). And lots of nice little things happened.
We used the Printable Tattoos from Fifth and Hazel, but since they were reversed for tattoos, and we didn’t have the paper, we flipped them to print. And then we hauled out my somewhat absurd collection of stamps, pens, tapes, vintage Letraset, and all the rest and I carved us a little heart stamp. 90s rom-coms seemed required (Hope Floats, Sliding Doors).
Yesterday at work, I was pleasantly surprised by all of these little signs posted around the building in random spots.
(excuse the crappy camera phone quality)
The signs’ pro-love messages, and not specifically of the commercial, heteronormative V-Day variety, were such a nice surprise.
Love, Love, Love. Love is all you need.
(all photos by me)