I really don't like Valentines Day... full of promise for those who buy into marketing delusions... look don't get me wrong, I really would love for it to be a magical event, but, I was born a cynic, well actually, no, not born, but when you throw an artist into an advertising department for too long (more than 3 minutes) well... it's not a great combo... but there is one thing I know... I want (like REALLY want) all my blog babes (& that solo dude who bravely left a sweet comment) to have a great day, & if they think no one loves them... well, I do, like, it's not much, but there you go, hugs & kisses... that leads me onto Face 11 - St Valentine, my hubby (the Big F) is an awesome talent, & for the last 22 years he has written a 'story' for me, for Valentines... & the first story he wrote me was about a dude called Broon Green, a futurist Private Dick (you know detective, not a body part) who was soooo in love, he time traveled back to (I don't know, but 'round 'bout) the afternoon of 354... to save St Valentine... well, yep... Broon arrived too late, but the head rolled right to his feet, which he picked up & bought to his beloved in the 21st century... funny dude... finished the relationship... (BTW this is FICTION) So tomorrow is Valentine's & the Big F has been known to be up to 8 months late declaring his undying (don't choke on whatever your munching on) love for me... & I just did a search on his computer... he has nothing... the real reason I call him 'The Big F'? varied & depends, but hey you are all creative.
So reading blogs today (& will continue after this post) Kim from The Wiccan Life wrote this really neat post about the history of St Valentines Day... & this inspired me to do the face here... I was going to turn it upside down... but it's St Valentine, not sure if it's morning or afternoon the year 354, but my girls said it was a bit scary... that's love for ya ;)