Thursday, February 14, 2013

Cupid Still Calls At A Pretty Girl's Door



I'm beginning to think only the Victorians understood romance. Most everything before that was rutting. Everything after was a tax form. It's not called Eleanor Roosevelt's Secret for a very good reason, you know.

I live in a Victorian house with a Victorian woman and raise Edwardian kids in a Byronic Fashion. You should try it, it's fun.


Happy Valentine's Day, my beloved, from the stiff at the other end of the table.
[Valentine is from Victorian Lace-Paper Valentines]

7 comments:

Expat(ish) said...

So, er, "stiff" may not have been the most felicitous turn of word there....

When I started dating my (now) wife over 20 years ago I told her that I don't do Hallmark Holidays. So I've saved thousands on 15/Feb but spent many more saying "I love you" on a regular basis with small gifts and treats.

The only exception was when we were living in Australia. I bought her lovely ear-rings and a pretty jewelery box. I told her that we were upside down so I'd turn my rule upside down.

Now when Valentines approaches I always suggest that we can take a trip to Oz.....

-XC

John Lien said...

They don't call it Eleanor Roosevelt's Secret for a reason, you know.

I don't even wanna contemplate what would be in that catalog.

leelu said...

"...only the Victorians understood romance. Most everything before that was rutting. Everything after was a tax form."

What a story arc. Depressing, yet sadly true. Which implies, I guess, that True Love never gets married??

H. Gillham said...

You. Crack. Me. Up.

Every time.

Cupid, by the way, was always a poor shot.

Just sayin'.

:-)

julie said...

One of the things I like about old movies and songs is how much mileage people used to get out of the prospect of just a kiss from the person they were pining for. Or even simply holding hands. The way they carried on over such an achievement, you'd think that they'd just landed on the moon.

I want that for my kids.

Ruth Anne Adams said...

My dad's old stand-by was: It's a Platonic relationship. And Mom would say: Play for him; tonic for her.

Anonymous said...

Now that was nice, in a good sort of way. Somewhat distrubing though in how many folks i could ID, and the movie 'n scene there from.

So, having done that, whatcha gonna do now for an anniversary?