If I offend anyone who has and loves this piece of jewelry…. Sorry.
Originally published February 5, 2009
Just in time for Valentine’s Day, Kay Jewelers and actress Jane Seymour have teamed up to sell a line of jewelry. Apparently, besides being a frontier medicine woman (which, I never ever watched, by the way) Ms. Seymour is an artist.
Her “Open Hearts” collection is intended to send the message that “if your heart is open, love will always find its way in”. (Part of my heart is open and all it means is that I need to take antibiotics before I go to the dentist.)
She sincerely hopes that her design will one day become “the universal symbol of hope and love”. Please excuse me… is it possible to laugh and throw up at the same time?
If Handsome Hubby presented me with this, here are things I might think he was trying to tell me:
Happy Valentine’s Day! You have a big ass.
Happy Valentine’s Day! You need corrective heart surgery.
Happy Valentine’s Day! Grant practiced writing the letter Z and I had it encrusted with diamonds for you!
Happy Valentine’s Day! The line at See’s Candy was too long.
Happy Valentine’s Day! I forgot to make reservations to go out.
Happy Valentine’s Day! They were sold out of the Journey Diamond Necklaces.
Happy Valentine’s Day! I didn’t put any thought or effort into this, and I am incapable of doing something truly romantic and therefore, need to have a national marketing campaign create my romantic gestures for me! Wear it in good health and know that whenever you see it on another woman (and you will) that you are no more special than any of the other women whose husbands phoned it in on Valentine’s Day.
My husband is incredibly romantic, not just on Valentine’s Day, but every day.
Whether it is putting a towel in the dryer to warm it up so that it is toasty when I get out of the shower, or leaving little love notes all over the house to welcome me home from a trip, he recognizes that it is the little things that say “I love you” the most.
I would rather have a love note left on a post-it in the bathroom than a pre-packaged Valentine Extravaganza that some marketing department came up with. My husband tells me he loves me every day, both with his words and his deeds.
I am a lucky girl.
I know for a fact he loves it that his wife would rather have a post-it note and a warm towel than diamonds.
He’s a lucky guy, if I do say so myself.