Amethyst is an artist. She believes in joy, honesty, optimism, activism and inappropriate comments which remind people of baser human connections. She is a wannabe green thumb, digs video games, blogs, diaries, cooking, comic books, the internet, chili-flavored Fritos, turtles, freebies, and cheap outings. She wants to take a cruise, travel more, photograph until she dies, and ride horses again.

If you feel compelled to write, write to Amethystdawn [at gmail dot com].
06 Feb 09

My Valentine

morning after 12

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I can’t commit to Valentine’s Day. Some years I like the holiday, but mostly I don’t for all the same boring reasons people have said before. So, yadda yadda. One thing I always like about Valentine’s season is the word “valentine”. It’s an old-world, Victorian doily name. Which reminds me of a time I went through a Victorian-loving phase in which I collected all the pink and red roses, cut-out paper cards and silk and satin ruffly stuff.

Unlike the wishy washy feeling I have for Valentine’s Day, my respect and love only grows for the man in the picture above, Erik; my husband, my valentine, my best friend. Now, enough of this mushy stuff.