Every Valentine's day, being that S went to art school, it's our tradition that he makes me a card. I always want a handmade card more than any box of chocolates or bouquet of flowers. The past few years, he's illustrated a different part of the body and cut it out as a card. The first year I got an anatomical heart, there was also a lung one year, and last year I got a skeleton hand with the quirky, "Can I get your digits?" written inside. This year, we made our cards together.
Last week our invitations were printed and the letterpress we used, Flying Horse Editions, was also having a Letterpress Happy Hour, just in time for Valentine's day. Our friend that works at the press walked us through the steps of picking our paper and designs, then picking the letters for what our cards would say. We went with the simple "Happy Valentine's Day" with a variation of font types and sizes. Then, he showed us how to operate the printing machine.
Our friend joked that it was kind of like inviting people to a restaurant and making them cook their own food. We had to clamp the paper in, as well as press the letters on ourselves. We are definitely not pros at this, but it was fun to use the printing press, especially just after our invitations were made, so we could see exactly how it was done.
It was also nice to see what others picked for their cards to say. I saw other languages like Latin and Spanish, and even cutesy sayings like, "Love you like cake." The entire atmosphere was nice; couples and friends printed their cards and traded, there was beer and wine to drink, as well as a food truck parked just outside of the letterpress for those looking to fill their bellies.
This past weekend we visited friends and family back home for a quick trip. The French would call this a "petit weekend," like a little weekend trip. S finally found his suit for the wedding, we caught up with family, and we got pho with my dad, just in time for Tet, the Vietnamese new year. It was the best bowl of pho I've had in a long time, paired with fresh spring rolls dipped in peanut sauce.
I've been thinking about friends and family up north lately. I know there is a blizzard and I hope everyone is bundled up tight! In Florida, it doesn't even feel like winter. This past week we had an exceptionally beautiful day and while at work my boss said that when we were done with all of our meetings we should go do something outside. It was the first time in months that I had time to just sit by the pool. It felt even stranger knowing that miles north, everyone is inside keeping warm, while I was in a bathing suit laying out at the pool.