My handsome husband never buys me Valentine’s gifts. Which is just the way I like it. I just don’t believe in all the hyped-up commercialism of V-Day. What I do believe in, however, is love. And while I like to shower my peeps in it on any given day, I like positively saturating them on Feb 14th with little tokens to remind them that my love for them runs deeper than Dolly Parton’s cleavage.
This year I was inspired by a picture I bought ages ago from beautiful Etsy artist Golly Bard.
Jar of Love hangs in my study and I love it every bit as much as I did when I bought it 4 years ago.
So I made the baby Bettys their own little jars chockfull of love.
I also like to go totally overboard with their lunches and pack those full of love too.
Frankly, I defy anyone to tell me that anything says “I love you” more than a pink, heart-shaped lamington.
My grandmother, Betty, used to make these lamos as a treat for us when we would visit her in the school holidays. We looked forward to them like mad things.
I made this card (from this Photojojo tutorial) for my most handsome of husbands. It’s a shot from our wedding in Bali.
I love that pic however, in a startling coincidence, I do appear to be sporting horrifyingly over-sculpted eyebrows very similar to those of a certain infamous Australian who has just been released from a Balinese prison this week. Well, at least I have the excuse that it was 2001.
I hope your Valentine’s Day and life in general is brimming with that many splendoured thing.
You’ve seen the miraculous Easter bunny bread and now I give you the loving chip.
When my kids are berating me down the track, as they no doubt will, for being a bad/negligent/hopeless parent I intend to show them this and say
“I may have accidentally f*#@ed you up an’all , but I DID make you heart-shaped food on Valentine’s Day. So just go get the bloody counselling and get off my back will ya?”
These little jellies were my Valentine’s gift to the girls this year.
They are just jelly crystals mixed with a small amount of boiling water. Much, much less than the packet tells you for normal jelly. I needed them to set firmly enough that I could un-mould them and they would keep their shape. So that mixture is extremely high in sugar. I nearly went into diabetic shock just making them.
And are these little cherry tomato hearts (seen on Pinterest) not THE cutest thing you’ve ever seen?
I added the arrow point and tail with washi tape.
If you do this, remember to take a photo. So, you know, you have evidence to mitigate any claims for compensation for mental trauma later on.
Yep, here at TB HQ it was heart city this Valentine’s Day. I don’t usually go in for St V’s that much as I’ve said before, but as Sophia has just started school and I am starting to get a little bit obsessed with lunch boxes and, more specifically, what I can pop in them, I thought it might be fun for her if her lunch was in keeping with the love.
I’d like to point out, in case you feel it warrants an extra little golf clap, that I did this at 10pm at night after a few
hundred drinks with an extremely funny and entertaining girlfriend. And yes, it was done partly out of guilt for keeping my first-born up very late on a school night in her second week ever of school while her mother and aforesaid girlfriend (whose child also started school this year) accidentally polished off a little tiny bit more of the red wine than they intended. But c’mon. Starting school is stressful. For us mothers. And we needed to debrief. For, um, ages. Anyhoo….
I made the girls their own fabric heart necklaces.
I have to say, these were given not much more than a passing glance this morning but at least Sophia took hers to school with her. Possibly because she knew that the warm feeling that doing that would give me would counteract my splitting headache just the tiniest bit.
We also had love-heart icy-poles this afternoon that looked exactly like these ones we’ve made before.
Yep, we are feeling all loved up over here.
On that note, beloved readers, I feel the need to tell you all that I love you. Not in a drunken, slurring “no, maaayte, I love you” kind of way. Just in a true dinks kind of way.
What did St Valentine inspire you to get up to?