Does anyone, except new lovers, actually enjoy Saint Valentine’s Day? Some years I should have celebrated Saint Jude, Patron Saint of Fools and Lost Causes, instead. I first fell in love when I was six with a playmate’s older brother. He had a massive comic book collection and sometimes picked me to be on his capture-the-flag team. My first heartbreak came in high school when I was dropped because my boyfriend thought I might distract him from getting into Harvard. Now, looking back at past loves, I see that many were lust disguised as love, some were like, some were fiction, and a rare few were true.
[Clockwise from top left: Man and woman trivet from Gilgool; Turned maple box from Clavico; Original seaweed pressing from AlgaNet; Valentine heart die cuts from UniquesStashNStuff; Stitched moleskin notebook from Elizabethrosemond]
I once came home to paper hearts strewn about the house. We left them on the floor for years, only picking them up to sweep.
[Clockwise from top left: Button ceramic tile from Misterrob; Windy day painting from Kikiandpolly; Handmade St. Jude statue from Inthecompanyofsaints; Vintage loves me not hanky from Bobetsy; We were so close print from Jensandwich]
Unrequited love has been a painful teacher. I had to learn the lesson of letting go.
[Nice to have around card from Littlethingsstudio; Pomegranate shortbread cookies from Butterblossoms; Valentine art block from Sushipot; Swallow temporary tattoo from Esterkneen; Quote magnet from Chicalookate]
My mother was my most faithful valentine. She found many ways to tell me how much she loved me.
[Clockwise from top left: Vintage bee condiment dish from Thevintageapartment; Honey bee block print from Littlebeanprints; Bee necklace from Designoptions; Bee’s knees print from Theblackapple;Bees in the valley mezzotint from Whitedeerhorn]
Did you know that Valentine is also the Patron Saint of Beekeepers?
These days my life is filled with love, not the romantic love I longed for when I was younger, but the deep and rich love for friends and family who know me well. With them there is no need to set a day aside to celebrate because each ordinary day is its own Valentine’s.