And yet, on a rainy, dreary day at the end of a week where I'm craving a trip abroad something fierce and am feeling desperate to bring a little cheer home with my on a Friday evening; I believe I'd tell Ms. Orman to mind her own business. "It's not every day I bring home flowers," I'd remind her. I'd tell her that buying tulips - one of my very favorites - always puts a little spring in my step, instantly reconnects me to a place I fell in love with the minute I first arrived on a visit, The Netherlands, and, while walking home to my apartment with a bundle of fresh flowers in hand, will always make me think back to the little girl I was, who decided, around age twelve or so that one day she'd live in the city and on her way home from work, she'd stop at her neighborhood florist, greet the clerk hello, and treat herself to fresh flowers, arranged and set up every so lovely within her little flat. Plus, if I can't hop a flight across the pond right this minute, I often find nothing makes me feel more European than purchasing fresh flowers and a loaf of French bread. Girl can't help it.
Sometimes, I do believe it just might be the wiser decision to go ahead and spend a little tiny bit of money in exchange for a week of cheer and perfect loveliness, don't you? I don't anticipate having the sort of budget that allows for fresh flowers for each and every single one of my days anytime soon. But now and again, when the day calls for it? Well, Ms. Suze Orman...I find flowers can indeed be just the thing.
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I used to buy Vogue instead of dinner because I needed a pick-me-up. I'll gladly spend an evening sipping water and crunching on soda crackers to escape to another world. I feel this way now about the independent art-house movie theater in town. ;)
xox
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