I’m pretty excited about Valentine’s Day.
I have always loved this fine hearted holiday.
Let’s face it though, I love all holiday’s. Even made up ones.
In high school I waitressed at a glamorous buffet called Chuck-O-Rama (also lovingly known as Up-chuck-o-rama & chuck-a-grama) and I always loved to see the guys who would bring their gorgeous dolled up dates there on V-day… I mean, I love to put on a pair of my finest stretchy pants and enjoy stuffing my face cafeteria-style as much as the next gal, but in those stilettos and bandage dresses, I’m guess they were expecting something a wee bit fancier…
One year, I had a guy send me a dozen beautiful roses and some chocolates (trust me when I say this was not a common occurrence). When my dad got home from work I realized I hadn’t check up on his Valentine’s Day gift giving (a job my sisters and I have adopted for birthday’s, Christmas’s etc. he is the sweetest, but when it comes to holiday’s the guy is hopeless) He’d forgotten.
Dad: I’ll give you 30 bucks for your flowers and chocolates.
Flowers die, and I only like the raspberry cream milk chocolates anyway(which she’d probably give me if I was hovering around looking hungry while she opened them)
It was the perfect crime.
Ah, the memories. Anyhoo…
I wanted to do a pretty look that used A LOT of pink, cause…duh.
Gotta take my opportunities when they come.