dear february fourteenth...

{dress: ROSS (old) | tights: we love colors | booties: lane bryant | belt: torrid | sweater: thrifted | necklace: bauble bar | heart headband: shop of worldy delights}

Dear February 14th,

I don't love (or hate) you for being the day of love.  

Even if you are a contrived, commercialized day of over priced flowers, forced diamond giving and an excused public display of love competition.  To me- you're just an excuse to overwear my favorite color scheme and a headband with huge hearts on it.  I thank you for this and the reese peanut butter cup hearts!  Also, any holiday with a class party is fun in my book.  So, my little chickens, single, dating, or married... enjoy today with those people in your life because every day with them is a sparkly, shiny gift! 

(Yeah, that cheese factor is pretty overwhelming, but do yourself a favor and wear a dress that you can spin in and your day will only improve.)