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| The object of my desire |
I've been a good girl lately. Finishing courses, applying for jobs, steering the family ship almost single-handedly, going to the gym, watching my diet, avoiding alcohol (4 months now)....
So
I deserve to buy myself something
Don't I?
Well I did. A-n-d it was something I totally didn't need but oh, so did want
So. I did
The gorgeous book above
Why then, do I feel guilty?
I haven't even opened it yet and it has been in my possession for nearly 24 hours
Okay, okay.. I haven't r-e-a-l-l-y had time and I do want to sit down, with a cuppa and drool over the pages, take my time, and not be interrupted
Why do I have to justify my purchase? Even to me
I do love Florence.So. Enough. Enough with the self-inflicted guilt trip
I will enjoy
Yes I will....
After I do the folding and ironing....
Ciao for now...
