It’s almost Valentine’s Day!
And that means…. love. For me anyways. I grew up receiving balloons, roses, and chocolate from my momma the morning of. I was the girl that bought all of my friends chocolate roses and made homemade valentines for everyone in the class. I cut out pink, red, and purple letters out of old magazines. I wrapped little candies up in cellophane and tied them with a big bow. One time I got a ha-yuge stuffed red bear from my mexican friend that was literally bigger than me (long story. I think I gave it to Goodwill).
The first Valentine’s Day I had with Adam was a no go. I pulled a big muscle in my back and just slept. The second year we were long distance. This year… fondu in the living room, baby! And thankfully, fondue is gluten free friendly. Yay.
Our couch is red, so it doesn’t take much to make the house looking cute for the holiday. I, on the other hand, don’t have a lot of red things. Just a cardigan, which is enough for me to make anything look like I’m dressed for the occasion. My closet is about 50% dresses, and if I was going to spend my money on something new it would probably be another dress. So here’s what I would wear on Monday if, you know, I owned any of them.
I could possibly wear a dress every day. Sewing machine, wear are you when I need you?