Valentine's Day 2008

This is my 35th. Valentine's Day. Not that I remember the first nine or ten or so, but it is still the 35th. This day celebrating this thing called love which makes you do so many strange things, which has been the subject of so many poems, songs, letters. Which some say is big business, but which I say it might be big business but I don't care. I love Valentine's Day, the roses, the presents, the card fill with sweet nothings. Nothing makes you feel as cosy. And I don't just mean love in the man/woman stakes. Love comes in all shapes and form, it's still love. It's that creepy feeling in your heart when you're so sure it's full, then bang comes someone or something else and you have space for more. I might be soppy about things like love, but hey I was raised in the 80's where we had big big hair, when we went berserk on pink make-up, when I wore stilettos all day long (I look back and cannot understand how stilettos were such an everyday thing then), when we went to discos behind out mothers' backs and listened to love songs all the time. I loved the 80's although I was not a very happy kid back then. But I sure loved the shoes and the false nails which were so badly manufactured they would turn white if filed, we'd apply them with super glue and there was no knowing when they'd come off. So maybe you'd turn up for a Valentine's Day dinner and end up with a fingernail or two in the soup! The nail industry has moved like a giant.
And I've moved on too. From the cuddly teddies and cards I got in my early teens, now I get diamonds. There really is no other way to celebrate Valentine's Day sans the diamonds. I got two beautiful beautiful rings... not one, but two. That's a very good Valentine for a 'girl' who's pushing her youth, who is starting to worry about crow's feet and jowl suppleness, and who'll turn 35 very soon!