I’m not a huge fan of the Hallmark holiday that has us seeing pink and red for weeks in end in our local shops but there are some super cute gems that are handmade locally if you’re in the market for a swoon worthy card or gift. I shopped Instagram and found these gorgeous hand crafted beauties that range from sweet and sassy to downright naughty. Want to win over your valentine with a card you won’t find at the grocery store? Here are a few of my favorites:
If you or someone you know is a lover of local this subscription would make the perfect gift that keeps on giving year round. It’s supporting local small businesses and is full of high quality products that anyone would be thrilled to get. The best part about Locally Obsessed is that it’s fully customizable and while my bag is super girly and pretty there are options for the guys in your life as well.
Most people just throw the word around like candy and often use love interchangeably with lust and the meaning of the word has really gotten lost somewhere in translation.
Most of the time people will say it because they think they should, they’ll say it because they think someone wants to hear it but do they ever really mean it?
This past weekend I attended a party that now I’m kind of wishing I hadn’t. I was invited over a month ago and at the time even though I was super hesitant about saying yes, the person doing the inviting was important to me so I did say yes. As the date drew nearer I was having second thoughts but he said he wanted me to be there so I wrangled a friend into going with me and I showed up
If you’re single you’re viewed as being flawed or damaged in someway. You get the constant, “Oh, you’re still single.” accompanied by the pity smile every time you head to an event solo. Maybe you come from a family who can’t deal with your single-ness and every family gathering turns into a discussion about how you aren’t getting any younger and you need to find a good man before you loose your looks and no one wants you anymore.
I have many issues, I don’t trust easily and it can take me months before I’ll let my guard down even a little. Like pretty much anyone else in the world who has ever been on a date I’ve been hurt, I’ve been used and I’ve been let down.
I apparently have a “type”. Not that I’m saying all men are the same but the ones I meet kind of are.