While going through a box of old stuff the other day, I made a discovery that made me sit back and blink.
When I was a little girl, there was not a lot of disposable income floating around in my life.
Not that there is now, but you get the picture.
One day when I want to manipulate you into really feeling sorry for me, I will tell you a story about my baby tooth and a recorder (not a tape recorder...the wooden wannabe flutes that kids in grade school used to learn to play) that will make you so sorry for me that you will send me tear-stained cash in the mail.
In other words, things (objects, toys, treats) meant a lot to me.
My Aunt Jeannette gave me, when I was about ten, a small bottle of Avon peach cologne. The screw top of the bottle was in the shape of a peach and the scent was light and girly. I loved it.
No, you don't get it. I really loved it. So much so that I hardly used it--dispensing drop by tiny drop to my prepubescent pulse points only on special occasions because I didn't want to waste it.
How many special occasions does a ten year old have?
Guess what I found when going through the box? Yep, the bottle of peach cologne. The bottle was nearly full and the liquid had turned to murky vinegar.
And, ironically, while prancing over to show Seth, I dropped it and it shattered, it's ancient plastic peach screw top breaking into pieces at my feet.
Wait, there's a little more pontificating before I get to my point...
Since the boys were little, I used to decorate our kitchen by draping seasonal lights around the window: tiny pumpkins for Halloween, snowmen for Christmas, Easter eggs and shamrocks in the spring.
They made the room really festive and I think the boys enjoyed them (I actually never asked them--hey, you crackpots, did you like the seasonal lights in the kitchen?).
Now I have silvery stars draped around the same window.
I only plug them in for special occasions....if company is coming or, if the boys are visiting.
Are Seth and I not worth the light of an inexpensive string of lights adding a nice touch to one of our cut throat gin games? So what if the tiny bulbs burn out?
I read the newspapers. What is life if not a special occasion these days?
So, my friends, wear your peach cologne, use your Snoopy stickers and, for the love of all that's holy, plug in the stars.
Got it? Now go do it.