I have a splitting headache this morning, which may or may not be a psychosomatic response to Valentine’s Day. Which Tyler chose to lead off, once again, with a question about what single people do on this lovers’ holiday.
Well, if you’re me, you spend it at a school board meeting. Frankly – and much to the chagrin of smug relationship-y types like my aforementioned coworker – that’s the only thing I’m bitter about today. And that’s only because it is preventing me from enjoying a meal at my favorite Indian restaurant.
There isn’t much I let stand in the way of a good Tikka Masala, so I sincerely hope our readers appreciate the sacrifice I am making on their behalf. (They should also feel free to show this appreciation with flowers and chocolate.)
Yeah, I’m single. So what? That doesn’t mean I totally disdain Valentine’s Day. I still have plenty of Valentine love to spread.
My mom, for example, had a little flower delivery this morning. A rather gorgeous arrangement, if I do say so myself. Not that I can take the credit, of course, that all goes to Maiurano’s Flowers. (Mom just called to gush a few minutes ago. So glad I could make her day!)
The pops will get a little something, too, before the day is out. But since he hasn’t received it yet, I won’t spoil the surprise.
I even got cutesy Valentine cards for my nieces and nephews. Granted, I never sent them, but it’s the thought that counts right?
As for who felt the most love from me this Valentine’s Day, well, that would be me. I treated myself to the Chenango SPCA’s Fur Ball on Saturday. It is, without a doubt, one of my favorite events of the year. If you’ve never gone, you’re seriously missing out.
There is great band (Splash!); plenty of dancing; a plethora of yummy appetizers and desserts to nibble on; lots of amazing people to kibitz with; and a silent auction with all kinds of cool items to bid on. And did I mention it’s all for a good cause?
One of my favorite things about it, though, is the chance to get dolled up. As you well know, these opportunities are few and far between in our rural neck of the woods. I jump at any chance. It’s probably no shock that I bought a new dress for the occasion. (Okay, actually I bought two. So I’m going to need another excuse to dress up again soon.)
Of course, one can’t purchase a new dress without also buying shoes to go with it. Or at least I can’t. But then, I’m always on the lookout for an excuse to add to my footwear collection.
I strolled into the shoe department at Macy’s thinking I’d have a hard time topping the gorgeous plum-colored Steve Maddens I sported to last year’s Fur Ball. But then I saw them: Glittery, peep-toe Nine West pumps with a 4” chrome heel. They were absolute show stoppers. It was love at first sight.
And, they were on sale!
Did my feet hurt after a night of dancing? Absolutely. But that’s a small price to pay to the fashion Gods for the privilege of sliding those sparkly heels on my feet.
Cinderella, Dorothy – eat your heart out!
It is soooo all about the shoes.
Happy Valentine’s Day!
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