A Tipsy Valentines Post

So Valentines Day happened. Everyone all over the blogosphere is blogging about how much they love/hate/were surprised by this year’s St Valentine’s Day. Regardless of the fact that I do indeed have a crazy lover-man who turns my world ’round each day and may or may not have given me a gorgeous rose and a handmade card and taken me out for cake, let me outline a few pros for the day upon which many hate:

1) Glitter. Sparkles. Bejewel the fuck out of everything. I personally made a trip to the dollar store because my sparkly pipecleaner stash was running low, and for some reason I couldn’t find a single tube of glitter glue in my house. My floor is now ankle-deep in Valentine carnage, bits of snipped-up doilies and fake gemstones in ridiculous shapes (dolphins??) surrounding an exhausted hot glue gun sprawled atop sheets of red cardstock. I like to try to make valentines so eye-bleedingly awful that they’re beautiful.   THIS IS CRAFTING

2) Chocolate. Now, I didn’t receive any this year (I’d rather have flowers than chocolate–at least until tomorrow, when I plan on ravaging the supermarkets for discounted lindors) but it’s definitely a staple of the Valentines Day charade. Even when single, you can usually guilt-trip someone into buying chocolate for you. Speaking from experience here.

3) An excuse to drink. Because I’ve been under a lot of stress lately (the hell, reading break) I’m currently best friends with this awesome glass of shiraz sitting next to me. It’s tasty. The label is awesome. I think it actually might be called “Awesome”. Hang on. Nope, it’s “Fairview Presents: Amazing Shiraz”. I’ll stick a pic below. It’s fab. But anyways, regardless of your marital status, wine will always be there. I’m not advocating alcoholism, I just really like wine. And it makes me feel better about stuff sometimes. I’m going to look at this later and go “Emily, you’re drunk. Get off WordPress.”

4) I don’t really have a fourth reason. Really, if I was reading this list, you would have had me at “glitter”. It’s really the funnest part of the whole holiday. Though the aftermath of discount chocolates is truly seductive.

I hope you all are happy where you are, and if you aren’t, I hope you find that happiness soon. Shake yourselves out, get a hug from someone, and knock back a glass of red.

Love you all.

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I’M DRINKING THIS
The part about “transporting you into a magical place” with free-flowing wine and laughter and dancing and whatnot just hit me right in the feels.

© Emily Bragg 2013

Catty Remarks

I know a guy who has a filter made of tightly woven steel. He’s nice to everyone, even the people he doesn’t like. Sometimes, I aspire to be like him. Other times, I give up, and I stick true to myself.

I had the privilege of becoming intoxicated with this tall person this weekend, and I think I told him how he affects my daily life. When I think of saying something to someone, I ask myself “is this something that ___ would do?” And if it isn’t, I rethink my plan of attack. For example, I wrote and trashed three different blog posts today. This weekend was a stressful one, and I tried to handle it as best I could. So after writing each post, I reread it, and thought “No, this is too transparent. People I know read this blog. This is not nice.” And then I deleted it.

I don’t know if I would do the same thing if I didn’t know him. He’s quieter than most about his opinions, and I don’t think I’ve ever heard him complaining about anything. Ever. That’s an impressive feat, and I wish I could be like that. I aspire to be as nice as this guy is. Simultaneously so considerate and so hilariously awesome and talented…the list goes on, but it’s really his humility and how he deals with other people that really hits me as spectacular. Without even knowing it, he pushes me to be better than I am.

This has nothing to do with the topic post today, but have some Canadian indie music that I recently came across: Chris Ho. I love the smattering of brass he’s got in there, and his voice is damn fine. Enjoy, and remember to be nice to people. It’s impressive.

© Emily Bragg 2013