I have no stereotypical bitter woman rant about the holiday fast approaching us, nor do I have the unexpected single girl appreciation for it that will make me talk to you about love for yourself and beauty in the world. Frankly, I am indifferent. My current love life makes me either let out a manic laugh of exasperation or stare for an hour or so at the industrial white walls of my apartment without gaining clarity, so I've decided not to care. In preparation for the holiday, I just polished off a tub of Valentine corn (candy corn in pink, red, and white. they need to start making this for every holiday, like the Peeps people did), and I have some vague plans about going to the movies with the roommates or going to see a free concert or something.
The one thing upcoming Vom-up-all-your-love-for-each-other day has inspired within me is a need to have more pale pink in my closet. I am not a woman against pink, and I just realized that I don't really wear it a lot or own it, and I think baby pink compliments the whole pale skin, fair hair, light eyes thing I got going on. So if my bank account wasn't on a respirator - behold what I'd wear on the controversial day:
I like the idea of layering the filmy blouse under the sweatshirt, and showing off the adorable wedges with the pegged jeans. And I mean, with the pockets on those jeans you're just begging the boys to check out your butt and give yourself a bit of a Vday ego boost.
If you're more decisive about your valentine stance and you come down on the positive side (or you just like to read good writing), you should clicky click on over to the blog Valentine's Day written by the endlessly clever and lovely Becca. Also, if a boy were to write me a note like this one that Sid Vicious wrote for Nancy, I think I'd be on the Vday team. I'm a simple girl. Ciao bellas!
