Happy Valentine’s Day
I loved Valentine’s Day as a child, it meant we could open cards, lots of cards from our friends during a party where we got to eat a pink sugar iced cupcake and if we were really lucky got a few conversation hearts, or a red lollipop (snipped off from a long cellophane wrapped row) with dye-paint on it that coated your tongue milky white. The cards were proof that we were accepted, they were validation that we were appreciated. For years and years I saved every one, proof for the days when I needed it.
To all of my readers, consider this a Valentine from me to you. Know that every single one of you is appreciated. Thank you for being here.
(Although I looked, chicken and/or egg Valentines are not as common as one might think, this Valentine is actually a compilation of a few vintage die cut pieces, never the less, it works and its intentions are true.)