Happy Valentine’s Day

posted by Alanna Davey on 2011.02.14, under About

While some curmudgeons might say, Valentine’s Day is a Hallmark Holiday; it is a legitimately named day in history.  The day was named in honor of St. Valentine in 496 BC, by the Pope.   The story goes something like this:  St. Valentine, the saint of lovers was secretly marrying young couples under the nose of the Roman Emperor Claudius II, because Claudius banned marriage to try to get more men to enlist in his army.  When Valentine was caught, he was sentenced to death by clubbing on February 14th 270 BC.

Happy 2011

posted by Alanna Davey on 2011.01.01, under About

Happy New Years everyone!  I hope that 2010 was a great year, and that 2011 will be even better!  Take these inspiring words by William Arthur Ward, into the new year with you!

This bright new year is given me
To live each day with zest
To daily grow and try to be
My highest and my best!

Merry Christmas

posted by Alanna Davey on 2010.12.25, under About

Merry Christmas, from A styleZ!  I hope Santa was good to everyone, and I wish  you and your family all the best in the New Year.  PS:   I tried Julia Child’s roast turkey recipe yesterday and it was the juiciest turkey I have ever had.

A StyleZ Turns O

posted by Alanna Davey on 2010.11.25, under About

Today is the official launch date of A StyleZ Blog!!!  I am very excited to share this will all of you.  We have worked out all of the glitches, redesigned our header a couple of times, and have built a following of 1000 people already.  Lookout for a special late night post tonight, I will be sharing a long list of LuvZ that a few special guests will be shopping for this evening, at the A StyleZ launch reception.

Lest We Forget

posted by Alanna Davey on 2010.11.11, under About

Whether you celebrate Veteran’s Day, Remembrance Day, or Armistice Day.  November 11th marks the end of the First World War.  Please take a moment of silence today, to pay homage to those that have given their lives for our freedom.

In Flanders fields the poppies grow

Between the crosses, row on row,

That mark our place; and in the sky

The larks, still bravely singing,

Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived,

felt dawn, saw sunset glow,

Loved and were loved, and now we lie,

In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:

To you from failing hands we throw

The torch; be yours to hold it high.

If ye break faith with us who die

We shall not sleep, though poppies grow

In Flanders fields.