It began even as I got on the bus this morning. A guy clutching a plastic bag containing a box with a white rose inside, frantically and repetitively pulling at the minuscule bag in a vain attempt to cover its contents. Nervous, excited, unsure as to the reception?
Throughout the day I saw people waltzing past the large windows fortunately located immediately adjacent to my desk. Some carrying perky, little hand-tieds, others with a single red rose and a rather unattractive bunch of what looked like dill(?!) and a variety of bouquets - some with red, some white, some pink roses, a number of lily based decorations, several tulips... Most looked like they were on the donating end of the story. Several paper bags with red roses emblazoned on the sides looked conspicuously as though they contained gifts of some sort
As I left the office, overwhelmed at the amount of florals parading by all day, I noticed a destinct change in the people carrying goods of a red/pink nature. One was carrying 3 very tired roses, and looking terrible tired and sad. Another was sharing teeny tiny cupcakes from a box with a red ribbon with her beloved, and as I approached my home a young girl carried a pale pink bouquet pulling 6-7 pink balloons after her, tumbling about in the cold winter air. Looking hopeful.
You can tell who's in a relationship that matters to them (noone would go to the pains of purchasing a pink/red gift on the 14th of Feb if they didn't mean it..)
From a sociological perspective it's an interesting day. The impact on my life, however, is rather more subtle. And in fact quite reassuring.
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I gave Mette a Machado print; 'Femme au robe rouge'
But I hadn't realised it was Valentines day. It was just a happy coincidence
Lucky, lucky.. It's a nice image,(naturally googled it), love the colours and composition.
If it truly was a happy coincidence, then you are living proof that we don't need a silly day like V-day. Well done!
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