No manifesto for me.

black love mandala

Ordinarily, February 14th is The Day Of Bitter Complaining, here at Honey & Ollie. There’s usually a pithy post about how much Valentines Day feels like a sucking chest wound, complete with references to crazy cat lady-ness. The crazy cat lady thing is not news, it’s weather and it’s definitely year-round. Well, my dears, I hate to say it, but I have nothing to complain about today. There is no ranty panty crankypants manifesto this year. I’m sorry. I know some of you actually kind of look forward to the annual rage-fest.

Do not get me wrong. I am totally aware of the fact that if it were not for my sweet, wholehearted relationship with Mon Capitan, I’d be sucking down ice cream and typing angry words about the Hallmark industry right now.

We decided to pretty much just ignore the whole thing, which is a sort of relief. NO pressure, though I will say that secretly, I want a Valentine’s Day Velociraptor. Candy hearts, roses and jewelry are so totally last year. Do not go to Jared. Modern girls know that nothing says “love” like opening a velvet box and finding a pissed off lizard who wants to eat your face. Or perhaps a dozen. Alas, extinction… no velociraptor for me.

I think I’m gonna go have some ice cream with the cats now… some traditions are sacred. We’ll just leave out the manifesto.

About Maia Rainwood

Owner and Maker at Maia Rainwood Design. Wearable art for wise women, birth keepers, witches, and world-builders.
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8 Responses to No manifesto for me.

  1. Shawna says:

    Have I mentioned that you are awesome? 😀

  2. Margene says:

    Hi Rain – thanks for the good times good eats and great hospitality this weekend

  3. Marilyn says:

    And I was hoping for a little ranting. I could use it, feeling sorry for myself. Love your picture here.

  4. CambriaW says:

    I still love you, with or without the rant, lol. Apparently in my home, Valentines day means that a 4-year old will sit on the couch next to you and admire the sweater-in-progress (that is for him) with much enthusiasm. And ask you to scratch his neck because you “cut his nails off and now he can’t scratch”. And be willing to eat roasted cauliflower. I think that’s a great way to spend the day 🙂

  5. Rainy says:

    Well, Shawna dear, because it was on your Facebook that Velociraptor Valentines was born, as a concept in my brain. ❤

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