I feel like Zuzu from "It's a Wonderful Life" this week. Remember how enamored she was with the rose she won at school? And how she got sick b/c she didn't button her coat so as to not crush her pretty flower? And how she just wanted to stare at it when she was supposed to be in bed resting?
See here if you don't remember (or if you don't know what I'm talking about...)
Most days, I stay in my 2nd floor studio hunched at my computer (like right now). But since Tuesday, when M brought home this happy red bouquet, I have been making frequent trips downstairs so I can steal a glance at them each time I pass by. Why don't I bring them upstairs with me, you ask? Honestly, I like the feeling I get when I see them in small doses. It's an instant reminder of the sentiment behind them, and I smile from ear to ear. If they were in my periphery all day, that sentiment would be watered down and lost b/c I'd acclimate to them being there like my boring old stapler or calculator - items which definitely don't give me a warm fuzzy.
Do you do this, too? How do you keep special things feeling special?
The flower artwork on the wall is by Renee Garner of Wolfie and the Sneak. Love these prints!
