Last Valentine's Day, I had just found out I was pregnant, so we decided to skip the hullabaloo in favor of sodas and ravioli at our favorite neighborhood pizzeria, Gino's.

This year, we had a little one in tow, and, not wanting to add a sprinkling of tiny wails to anyone's fancy Valentine's Day dinner, we decided to make Gino's a tradition. We snuggled in a back corner, chatted with the elderly couple next to us, drank the house red, and ate lots of cheesy pasta.

Oh, and I wore a fancy dress. (That's a Rebecca Taylor bought during my sophomore year of college - it sat in the back of my closet for a few years because I felt like the split sleeve, mid-calf hem and low neckline looked dated, but now it's practically vintage and is starting to look stylin' again. And I was inspired by the 1920s cocktail-party looks at the Erickson Beamon show last week, so silk and lace it was.)