It’s nearly that day where the nation turns into lovey, dovey mushballs. Where we all profess to our latest squeeze how much we love and cherish them. Flowers, chocolates, terrible sappy cards are delivered. Those without a love interest in their lives are left with a sense of disdain and frustration.
But why does Valentine’s Day have to be about professing your love to your partner? Why can’t it be about celebrating each and every person and thing we love? My sweet, dear mother makes a point to do just that on Valentine’s Day by sending the most thoughtful art cards. Case in point:
Have you heard of artist trading cards? They’re pretty bomb. And when you have the fabric/button/embellishment stash my mom does, you’re bound to create something pretty darn epic. And she does. Every single holiday. My mom’s art cards are made entirely out of fabric (and some heavy duty interfacing), thread, and whatever else she chooses to adorn them with. She’ll print a cute saying on the back of the card. It’s so much better than Hallmark. I’m telling you, it tugs at those heart strings.
My favorite part of the art cards is how much texture they have. I could sit and run my fingers over the various stitches for hours. It’s not creepy when the card was made with love.
So my love list, for your reading enjoyment (feel free to bow out now):
1. My family (especially a newest addition that I just cannot wait to meet!)
2. My friends. They just keep getting more awesome.
3. My beagle.
4. The retractable cord on my Janome Sewing Machine pedal. Everything should have retractable cords.
5. Wearing leggings.
6. Endorphins, and the exhausted feeling from a long day of exercise.
7. Down comforters.
8. Ketchup. Yup, I’m that person.