The Saint Valentine’s Day Massacre

I have a total love-hate relationship with Valentine’s Day. (Yes, I know this comes a little late, but I’m about a week behind on everything else right now, so it seems somehow fitting.) Yes, it’s trite and silly and you should be nice to the people you love all year long, and not just when you’re obligated to. Honestly though, I know I sometimes need a little extra push. And the girly side of me is always disappointed when I don’t get flowers (I’ve had a lengthy string of boyfriends who’ve committed this sin, thinking that I’d dislike being given them. Seriously, who dislikes being given flowers?)

At any rate, every year, I have the best intentions to lovingly handcraft gorgeous cards for everyone, and every year, I never get around to doing it. (I guess at least I have my traditions, even if they involve disappointing myself!) This year heralded a near-success, as I threw together a card at the eleventh hour (literally, it was eleven o’clock):

I only have eyes for you

Aren’t I adorable?

It’s amazing how good it felt to spend just ten minutes drawing for fun again. Ten minutes! You’d think I could get into this habit, no?

On a side note, I’ve been insanely busy. Added two new projects: a logo and a website.

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