I found a package of unopened Valentine cards from what looks like the 1960’s in an antique store a year or so ago and I fell in love with them. I didn’t know what I would do with them, I just wanted them, so I bought them and stashed them away with the other retro stuff I randomly buy.
I guess I love these cards because they are innocent and sweet and cheesy – the things I think Valentine’s Day should be for kiddos and I still long for. Is that when you are officially old? When you start longing for things to be like when you were growing up? I think so.
Yesterday, I had to pick up a box of Valentine cards for Sean to take to school today and as I stood there trying to choose among the unlovely and the even more unlovely, I thought about these cute little retro card with their cheesy messages. I stood in front of the wall of Valentine cards for a long time not because there were so many great choices, but because all the choices made me shake my head. Celebrity-themed? Movie-tie-in-themed? Warrior-themed? Weird animated character-themed? No. No. No and no.
I ended up buying a box of extreme sports-themed cards only because they were one of the few that did not include tattoos. The House of Antique does not dig tattoos. Sean sighed and said an unenthusiastic thank you when I handed him the box. He was not thrilled with my choice. When I told him I could have picked up a package of pretty princess-themed cards his mood brightened one degree above cloudy.
Or I could have handed him this box of retro cards which would really launch him into the stratosphere of cool. Among antique mommies.
Happy Valentine’s Day to all my readers. You are some of my most favorite people.