MGM (7) made a Valentine for us.
Here’s the view when you open the tab:
What you get: a seven year old running at you full tilt, screaming “Hi ya!” and giving you a karate chop.
A Valentine’s Sprise, indeed.
When I was a kid (cue “Back in my day” geriatric voice), my parents always gave me a small gift for Valentine’s Day.
It was never extravagant, although one year there was a red sweater AND a pair of black Gloria Vanderbilt jeans.
I really don’t bring this tradition forward, although I am susceptible to all things gifty.
So, how about these?
Ok, this is starting with a splurge: a Jennifer Meyer Pave Ruby Necklace ($950) at Gilt.
A flight of truffles. Yes, please.
P.S. I predict a family pizza and animated movie party here at Fancy Pants Ranch on 2/14.
Know someone instead who’s nursing a broken heart instead of celebrating love on February 14th?
Bobby’s ex-girlfriend Nina was a gifted but troubled singer. She would constantly cancel shows due to crippling stage fright. Her career suffered, but her rare records are critically acclaimed and in high demand among musicians.
She wrote a lot of songs about her and Bobby.
When I was a kid, my mom always gave me a small gift on Valentine’s Day. Sometimes it was candy, maybe a small stuffed bear, and once there was even a red sweater. It wasn’t big, it wasn’t necessary, but it was nice.
As an adult, I’m not crazy over Valentine’s Day. In fact, I usually barely remember and find myself selecting a card for Ever Patient Spouse from a picked-over rack at the grocery store (“To a Special Dog Walker.”)
But as a consummate shopper and gifter, I am susceptible to sweet ideas like these, if you are so inclined:
Order now and you’ll look like a star when February 14th rolls around.