When I was a little girl, way back in the last century, this is what I always secretly longed for on Valentine's Day: something handmade in shades of deep rose and that pinky silver, with a flower in the middle and---I admit it---chocolates inside. They didn't have to be the good sort----I'm not sure there were any good sorts back in the seventies; it was all sugary American stuff---because it was the box I really longed for. I was a very sentimental child; I loved keepsakes. When I was last visiting my mother, I found a lacy heart-shaped (empty) box in my closet. Who? What? When? Feeling baffled, I threw it away. This image is to make up for that.