Hated or adored the polarizing holiday of the year is almost upon us. Thankfully it’s on a Sunday this year so we wont have to sit through the crush of delivered bouquets teeming with overwrought posies and yards of pastel ribbon at the office. My unfortunate floral allergy simply doesn’t have a chance against the evil scent of lilies in small confined spaces. In case you’re wondering though I’m perfectly willing to accept roses in vast quantities in the privacy of my own home.
Flowers aside, there is one thing about Valentine’s Day that I have missed over the years – those adorable little cards. In Kindergarten I broke my elbow. Absurdly enough, after I broke it, I cried harder about the fact that I would A. not be able to go to the library that night as we’d be spending the evening in the emergency room and b. that I would miss our class Valentine’s Day party. I used to love receiving heaps of mini Smurf, She-Ra, and Thunder Cat illustrated cards during elementary school parties. Coupled with sugar cookies sprinkled with spicy red hots and cherry heart-shaped lollipops and you have the basic tools to create a child’s dream day.
Obviously you can see why I’d be more upset about losing out on the chance at receiving special treats than getting a cast put on. Fortunately my teacher at the time, Mrs. Dalessandro, made a special trip to my house to bring me a plate of the class pink and red hued goodies as well as my stash of badly lettered greetings.
This year I decided to bring the tradition back after I found a set of scratch and sniff cards at Paper Source that I just couldn’t resist. While writing them out yesterday, with Watson’s assistance of course, I was transported back twenty years. Who needs a time machine when you’re surrounded by the scent of artificial strawberry, vanilla, orange and blueberry? So friends and family keep an eye on your mailbox…
