Usually around this time of year I’m all hearts n’ flowers n’ red cellophane. Don’t get me wrong, I’m still oh-so Valentinetastic, just maybe a little less vocal about it this February. Heavy hearts and lacy hearts look weird together. That said, I did make 34 Hershey kiss mice for the girls’ class Valentines. Considering that a) 34 IS A LARGE NUMBER OF PEOPLE TO GLUE THINGS FOR and b) I’m beyond terrified of rodents, I have to assume that {Read More}
The Secret To Valentine’s Day.
February 13, 2014 By 10 Comments
I’ve had some pretty spectacular Valentine’s Days in the past. Romantic ones. Quiet ones. Ones where the evening cost way too much money, and others where it barely cost a dime. Thusly, I kinda consider myself an expert. And as such, I’ve figured out the perfect formula: Have more than one Valentine with whom to spend the day. I actually have four. They all celebrate with me in very different ways- although none of them particularly ascribe to the diamonds {Read More}
Is This A KISSING book?
February 13, 2012 By 2 Comments
Next, I shall paint my sister. It’s totally almost Valentine’s Day. And I have plans. Huge ones. For starters, Nora and I have already chosen pink and red outfits for ourselves. And for baby Susannah. And for P.J. (Sorry, P.J.) We’ve lined up a few messy, glittery projects for the day- among them, a fabulous Martha Stewart craft that will either a) light up our home and ‘hood with sparkly loveliness, or b) burn down the block. I’m planning on {Read More}
Zuzu Wishes To Watch Wonder Pets, Says Nora.
January 23, 2012 By 1 Comment
Who’s ready for the theatre? THIS GIRL. ‘Twas a good weekend. A great one, in fact. I went on three- count ’em, three– dates this weekend. Date One was with my husband to see the stellar Sky’s The Limit, Weather Permitting at Second City’s etc stage (’cause we know people in the show)! Date Two was with Nat n’ Rachael n’ P.J. to see Underworld: Awakening in IMAX and 3D…at the behest of Nat n’ me. And Date Three was with {Read More}
Say it with clowns.
February 14, 2011 By 2 Comments
Way too big for love. It’s Valentine’s Day! That wonderful time of cellophane and glitter and overindulgence and tutus and sugar-crash naps. This year, I’ve included a pic of Nora’s valentine for everyone to see. First things first. You may be asking yourself why the card is so garishly big. Noted. And. Secondly, that is a grapefruit next to the valentine for size comparison. Here is what went down. I made a handful of normal-sized valentines for the usual crowd. Nothing crazy {Read More}
It’s also All You Need.
January 6, 2011 By 10 Comments
I could use a little Valentine’s Day. Now, before a horde of angry and over-holiday’d anti-consumerist solo flyers attack me for my God Awful ways like so many rabid geese… …lemme ‘splain. The kind of Valentine’s Day I want is of the second grade variety. That’s right; first-rate, second grade. And here, in no particular order, are the five best reasons I have for wanting such a thing: 5. There is nothing in the world quite as awesome as having a {Read More}
Oh, fine, THIS makes me uncool?
February 15, 2010 By 12 Comments
I love Valentine’s Day. I LOVE Valentine’s Day. Back in grade school, I used to love the holiday so much that it physically made me sick from excitement. I’d pick out my fanciest, sparkliest, flounciest skirt and/or whimsical animal top and spend possibly too much time choosing necklaces, bracelets and earrings (after second grade) that screamed hearts. Okay, I still do. Back then, I’d painstakingly craft Valentines for every member of my class, every teacher, librarian and Room Girl. (Did {Read More}
My B.
February 26, 2009 By 3 Comments
That’s what my brother-in-law Tom says when he does something wrong. My B. It’s almost like saying “my bad” is gonna take up too much time; let’s just lock & load and fix this thing. My B. Anyhow, I’m terribly sorry for being such a lax blogger. My [B]B. Posting is the only thing I’ve let slide in the recent rush of deadlines and activities…except maybe advanced personal grooming. (Is that an acceptable use? You know, when people are mucca {Read More}
