Without getting all gushy mushy, Valentine’s Day could maybe, possibly, perhaps be my favorite holiday, even edging out Christmas. Weren’t the elementary school V-Day classroom parties the best ever? I channeled those those make-me-feel-good and decided to mix up some pink Rice Krispy treats the other night… something like what I might have found in my paper-bag-valentine’s-mailbox in 2nd grade:
Yes, they’re normal treats, with a drop of food coloring (the same coloring that I used here, which I’m convinced is the most concentrated formula ever).
There’s just something nice about observing the love and appreciation people exude for the occasion. And not that my house is decorated floor-to-ceiling with love-themed-tsotchkes, but I do cheer up when scoping out the annual retail displays (and then decidedly wait to see what ends up on the clearance rack on 2/15, which, by the way, is a great time to stock up on chocolate).
Pete and I are a practical pair; for birthdays and holidays this past year, we’ve enjoyed buying gifts that we know the other person is absolutely going to use. It’s just better than getting something nice that ends up not being utilized and appreciated. (Is it odd that I asked for and received OxyClean for my birthday last October?)
While these are just about as romantic as OxyClean (except I think it goes without saying that cold feet are not sexy), I bought Pete a pair of Muck Boots that I know he wanted before Christmas. I’ll forever refer to them as The Valentines Shoes (not to be confused with everyone’s favorite holiday song, The Christmas Shoes).
I actually expressed some love for Muck Boots in December when I realized my unlined wellies were not going to make it through another blustery winter. Dad took the hint from that blog post (which you check out here) and surprised me with my own pair at Christmas. And, I’ll try and hold back on the lovey dovey, but these boots are incredible. They’re rugged (for running around the backyard with the dog), incredibly warm (for long morning’s chipping ice off the windshield), and so, so durable (my parents have actually had pairs for 10+ years now, and they show little wear).
Yes, now we have matching boots. Forget the fact that neither of us have stalls to muck, these boots are going to bring us lots of love for years to come.
Off to enjoy some Hershey’s Kisses.