So it's Valentine's Day, which means over-exaggerated, mushy, expertly planned, generic, "spontaneous" gestures of romance.
I moan because I understand it's a gross commercialisation of a holiday but I do love an excuse to spoil the people I adore. So I do still celebrate it. And I had a lovely evening, thank you very much.
Anyway. Like all holidays, it's a great way to get motivated and pull out the card making supplies. Gotta treat my boy like a king if he's gonna treat me like a queen, right? And as most of the people reading this blog will know, I am quite the fangirl. And as most fangirls do, I ship things.
Allow me to explain for those that don't understand or aren't involved in fandom activities. Or better yet, here's a song from Not Literally that pretty much sums up the whole thing.
Okay, I don't follow every example in the song, but I do a lot of shipping. And my man's well aware of it, so this year's Valentine's card was like a little inside joke/an homage to my ever so slightly crazy side.
The funny thing is, most of the elements on this card were recycled from one I bought for last year's Father's Day. I found out my sister and I bought the same one at the same time because our ex-navy dad loves all things nautical. We then discovered he'd got the same one for his dad. Great minds, huh?
So rather than let it go to waste, I found a little sailboat topper, some wave paper and let the card build up from there.
It got a smile from the boy, so I'm going to call that a win.
Until next time!
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