365 days of 35 is a blog where a young woman shares lessons, worries, random thoughts, stories, unsolicited advice, and hopes for the future as she lives through her 35th year.
Saturday, December 24, 2011
DAY 150: CHRISTMAS WISH
The best thing about this Christmas is that I only have a couple of squirts left in the bottle perfume my ex-boyfriend gave me for Christmas last year. Thank goodness and good riddance to both of them. The only problem is that I’ve been wearing that perfume a lot—to get rid of it—that people now think it’s my signature fragrance. I’ve gotten tons of compliments on the perfume and I just smile thinking to myself all I want to do is get rid of it and buy something new.
Speaking of gifts from boys and ex-boyfriends, what do you do with the really good ones, like the Tiffany necklace and the cashmere scarf? Personally, I wear those 2 on occasion. Not all the time. I’d never do that; then they might actually start to mean something, rather than just being nice gifts from people I used to date. But then there are the weird gifts, like the artsy fartsy necklace from an art fair? It’s so clunky and chalky that it’d weigh me down to wear it, not to mention possibly soil my blouse or sweater. And I’m not brave enough to wear it against my bare skin. So that one, it stays in the drawer. You know the drawer for lost things. It’s not a junk drawer, it’s just the drawer you put stuff in that you don’t want to throw away. It’s full of things that you like to look at every once in a while, not every day.
What else? Dried flowers? I used to dry the flowers I’d receive. I’d make a big production about tying their stems with ribbons and hanging them upside down. Not so much anymore. Why keep them? Plus, Mr. Perfume gift-giver above sent me a card with a dried rose he’d given me and I’d left at his house. The dried up petals falling on the floor as I opened the card (and let’s be honest the card itself—too little to late buddy) kind of creeped me out. Thanks but no thanks. I think I’m done with drying my flowers for good. Enjoying them while they’re alive is good enough for me; I don’t need to see them in a shriveled form after they’ve expired.