Yes, it's February 14th. And I refuse to be that blogger who rants about the evils of this awful Hallmark holiday, flying solo, feeling all desperate, etc. I decided that this year, I'm going to get through it by making myself feel better. And what has this meant so far? Retail therapy.
That thousand bucks of "emergency room" that I keep around on my credit card has magically become 800. That's all right. It's a different kind of emergency.
"But Andrea," you ask, concerned, "does blowing a couple hundred bucks on things like pointy shoes and lingerie _really_ help?"
My answer? An emphatic yes. The pointy shoes are for work, see? And I tend to wear lingerie as outerwear, so really, it's cothing. An absolutely essential expense. See?
You know, I am the originator of the corset-over-old-navy-tshirt fashion. Actually, that's a lie: I am the first one to wear it outside of the costume arena. Meredith wore a corset over an old navy tshirt on Halloween as Hester Prynne, and I figured, hey- if it's good enough for Hester, it's certainly good enough for me. (I just wonder where, when I try to wear the one I just bought, I'm gonna get the nice little asian woman to pull the strings at the back. ah, well.)
and the shoes: they weren't just any pointy shoes. they are the holy grail of pointy shoes: bcbg. green. 2 1/2 inch heels. i'm drooling just thinking about them.
and the v-day depression really isn't about love issues for me. my grandfather died on valentine's day 10 years ago. I remember having gone to school, having made total peace with my single-ness, and being really excited about giving my mom an origami flower that i'd made. (sadly, yes, this was in high school.) When I got home from school, I found her crying in the dining room.
in a matter of hours, we were in the car, on our way to pennsylvania for the funeral.
in the following few years, I'd decided that I was going to be good, and honor him by seding tons of valentines to all of my friends and family. but i've been a total slacker since getting sick and recovering and all.
but here's my wish of love for you all: do something that makes you happy. treat yourself. if lingerie and pointy shoes aren't your thing, rent some truly insignificant movies (evil dead? dirty dancing? finding nemo? die hard?) and eat some chocolate. or buy gerber daisies and knit. do something that'll make you smile.
all virtual choclolates and flowers can be sent to firstname.lastname@example.org