I could've bought a new shirt.
I could've bought a nice meal.
I could've bought a book or two.
But I bought flowers.
Beautiful, glorious, delightful flowers.
They called to me. I tend to be a "flower shop only" girl. I never buy flowers from the grocery store. My first job was at a florist, so I was trained to recognize quality...and there really is a difference.
But these? They called out to me while I was choosing my fruits and veggies at Trader Joe's. The creamy white hydrangeas, the soft lavender stock, they were begging to come home with me.
"The colors are so soft and delicate; I could place my Chornicles of Avonlea book beside it, and it would be so sweet and shabby chic," I thought to myself.
The lesson I learned today: splurging is OK. I didn't go into debt for it. The world didn't come to a crashing halt because I treated myself to something nice. The space time continuum is still in tact. This was $18 well spent. What is it about flowers that make a girl feel like a lady? I like that feeling.
Flowers are the sweetest things God ever made, and forgot to put a soul into.
Henry Beecher, Life Thoughts, 1858
When was the last time you splurged on yourself? What was your splurge?