Valentines day is a very old holiday that seems to find it’s beginning in ancient Rome. Since then, it has evolved into something a bit more consumerist like many of our modern holidays. You know the traditional dozen red roses and expensive jewelry served up with a side of chocolate.
One thing I can not love more about crafting and creating is that it is a portal, to anywhere in the universe I want to go. I am like Dr. Who with my Tartis, I can wind up anywhere in any time, in reality or lost somewhere in a fictional place full of fictional smells and sights. Creating, is a universe all it’s own. You close your eyes, and take a deep breath and you are off…. Following artistic inspiration. Then you open your eyes and you get to work translating that inspiration into a creative process which comes to an end when the art object has been completed.
I hate to throw things away…. I hate to let go of the things that remind me of happy times full of festivity. So, when Christmas ended and I looked around at what was left of the holiday…. I wasn’t ready to let it go just yet and I saw no purpose in tossing the remainder of the delicious Finnish Glogi that we make down the sink drain in the kitchen. I also would hate to keep it in my fridge rotting away due to getting old and undrinkable. So, I have converted it into lollipops! I have never heard of anyone else anywhere else making Finnish Glogi flavored seasonal lollipops. This is very unique to Cafe Primrose.
It is that sad time of year when the festival of lights at the darkest time of the year has ended. People have begun to gather all the lights, and decorations and box them back up quietly with little fanfare and none of the joy they felt when pulling them out and setting them up. Warm hearts give way to seasonal survival. We all hope we have warmed our hearts enough for one season and now all that is left to do is to hang on to that light till spring returns. The scene plays out all across the western world right about now. Cafe Primrose, is no different. We are packing in the season to be jolly and putting it back into the attic will all live till next December when we pull it all out joyously once more.