This is part two of a three part series featuring a tour of the handmade valentines I’ve made in the years since I graduated from college. This links you to the first post.
Some years the valentine making process is easy, some years it literately draws blood, as it did in 2000. It seemed appropriate that the message that year was literal as well as figurative. Sometimes love is difficult and can hurt.
The next year I constructed a valentine that was transparent, with each side different, yet the same, reflecting the many layers of love within each of us….perhaps also a statement about how we change, depending upon the angle we’re viewed from.
My city has been gray and the skies have been full of rain this past week so because today is Valentine’s Day I’m taking you on a tour of my heart instead of on a tour of the place I live, as this week’s photo challenge suggested.
Back in 1981 I was living in San Antonio, going to graduate school while my husband was learning how to fly airplanes for the Air Force in Del Rio. I can’t remember why but one day I wandered downtown and had my portrait taken at one of those “old-time” photo studios. I don’t remember much about that day or why I did it but apparently I was left with pictures I then needed to use.
Enter Valentine’s Day. I do recall sitting down at the dining room table in the apartment I shared with another student and making valentines with a sewing machine, construction paper, doilies, stickers and those photos of myself. I mailed them off to a few of my professors from college and the former classmates I had addresses for.
Other things may change us but we start and end with the family.
Family. What a loaded word!
It can evoke a virtual tornado of swirling emotions and we all have different concepts of what a family is, what it means, and how it shaped us.
My beautiful mom left us in 2006 and Dad joined her in 2008. The year Dad died I became a grandparent and this was the valentine I created the following Valentine’s Day as I reflected on those two very life-changing events.
Part of the experience of the valentine is opening it up to find the layers and although it will be hard to convey this on a 2 dimensional blog but I will attempt!
When you open the card these are the first two pages you see:
With this being in the very center:
When you open up the ribbon you find this:
The pop-up heart that would have absolutely delighted my dad!
To see the valentine I created to honor my mother after her death please click here.