Shirt and Necklace: F21, Jacket: Borrowed, Jeggings: Old Navy, Vest: c/o Karen Kane, Shoes: Target, Watch: Movado
I am a Valentimes failure this year. My intentions were top notch. The execution...not so grand. I had this elaborate party planned for all the ladies in my family and a fantastic domestic-goddessy dinner for Dusty in the cards. Unfortunately, I'm far better at making lists and planning in my head than actually getting myself to work. Which translates into late nights and running around like a chicken with my head cutt off at all hours of the day trying to pull my little act together. The party was a success. Check 1. We all got sugar high on cake, cupcakes, pies, marshmallows, cookies, and truffles (all of which I photographed and haven't a clue where the pictures have gone) and then reverted back to third grade and made sappy cards for each other from construction paper and gluesticks that made each other cry. We are very successful at being ladies.
Now on to the sweetheart who I am very happy to call my Valentine this year. Because we wouldn't want to leave that guy out. And because I love him very very much and he deserves a fantastic dinner and lots of treats not just today, but every day. Only he would get frustrated if I fed him treats every day because he's concerned with maintaining his womanly figure. So treats today it is. And we will intersperse some calorie-free love notes throughout the rest of the year so that he doesn't forget how special he is. Happy Valentines Sugar Bear!
Happy Valentines to all of you beauties too! Now go be a fatty and chow down on some chocolatey goodness. It's only one day a year. I love your little selves!