No, don't run out to buy rhinestones and studs for your rampant herpes, for I refer to Valentine's Day. Although, who am I to stop you from celebrating your venereal disease through the medium of craft or any other way you see fit?
During primary school, there was a boy in my year who anonymously sent me lizard-themed Valentine's presents with a persistent fervour for several years. This invoked conflicting feelings within my tiny frame - on the one hand, I was puzzled by his commitment to lizards and their apparent connection with love; on the other hand, I was proud of the fact that he had chosen me to shower his reptilian affection upon; and on the third hand, I was a little repulsed, because at that period of my life, boys were all snot and scabs and trying to expose themselves to you in the playground while the teacher wasn't looking.
These days, I have a proper valentine, who has outgrown the snot and scabs and self-exposure (for the most part), but Valentine's Day is still a puzzle to me. I always feel the pressure to make something very personal and cute, which is becoming increasingly difficult as time goes on. Buckle succeeds via his reliance on mixtapes in handmade cases, while I opt for making D.I.Y cards.
These are some examples of cards I've made for Buckle out of whatever I had at hand - wrapping paper, coloured foil, what-have-you.
Last year, I made a little book out of playing cards from a tutorial I can no longer seem to find. It's super easy and pretty impressive to receive ( if I say so myself). I covered the back of a deck of cards with colourful paper and pictures, then wrote one thing I loved about Buckle on the front of each card.
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