Money is Not Love…But Valentines are Fun to Make

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I have a love-hate relationship with the 14th of February.

The commercialization of “romance” “love” “passion” etc. does not send my heart a-flutter or make me wish for carnival-sized teddy bears. But instead triggers rants such as this:  Putting on your best behavior for 24 hours while tearing each other down every day in between  is not love.  Love isn’t buying someone a two hundred-dollar piece of jewelry or a heart-shaped box of over-priced “chocolate”. (Honestly, who actually enjoys those samplers. And what are you even “sampling”. They don’t taste like chocolate. Or anything remotely candy-like.) Love is not dropping half your paycheck at a five-star restaurant and ordering the most expensive items on the menu just because it’s Valentine’s Day. Do you even like caviar? Or champagne? Money is not love.

I repeat. Money is not love.

But then there’s the flip side & in my opinion, the heart of the matter. I love February 14th because Valentines are fun to make. And Valentine themed desserts are fun to bake. But mostly because I want people to know they are loved & special. Because I may not be able to see them as often as I would like – 1600 miles is a far reach to give a hug. And e-mails and tweets and Facebook and all that other social networking sites aren’t the same as sending someone a handmade valentine. Like we used to do back in grade school. Before Valentine’s Day was about keeping up with the Jones’. When it was just about expressing your love with a crooked piece of pink paper with an uneven heart. And a box of conversation hearts – which are also gross.

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Tuesday Rambles

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Sometimes I just want to write.

About nothing and everything all at once. There is so much I want to do, but so little  I feel I can accomplish. What other semi-cliche & vague sentences can I write?

At the beginning of the year I started the process of opening an Etsy store. And then I realized I needed to actually make things to sell. And I hit a roadblock. Because what can I make that isn’t already out there? That someone would actually want to buy? I’m not proficient enough in anything for it to be marketable. But at some point I just have to try it out & see what happens.

I wish it were summer time. Then I could set up an outdoor studio and spend my time listening to The Beatles & Foreigner and create. Without worrying about making too much of a mess on the dining room table & feeling the need for it to be all picked up and shoved back into my cave before 4 pm.

I’m addicted to Pinterest. And I’ve completely derailed from a “normal” sleep cycle. I used to love being awake at 2 am – the world is quiet at 2 am – unless of course it’s Thirsty Thursday, Friday, or Saturday. Silly college students and their need to waste away their evenings partying with strangers & drinking till they’re numb. But those were the days when I was in 5 art classes & constantly working on a project. It’s still quiet at 2 am. But now it feels daunting. And I’m left feel guilty.