Being spoilt

                           

How have I been spoilt?

It is quite unlike me to spoil myself. I'm too much of a minimalist to do that, and besides which, generally speaking, I never found that my own happiness nor sense of self-worth, came from possessions, nor from buying things. And I am grateful that I am like this, as it makes life quite a lot happier for me. But like anyone else, I have my special secret 'wants'. Which I usually do not indulge myself in.

I do get spoilt. A lot. For example, my daughters and two eldest grand daughters often give me things that I have secretly wanted. Like skin care, and make-up. A beautician friend, Camelia Iordache, recently gave me a pedicure (purple toes. My favourite colour), when we did a healing (from me), and pamper, (from Camelia) swap.  

I gifted myself some of my friend Dhyana's face cream. I am in love with it. Dhyana always makes women feel and look good. I also bought myself one of her kimono-scarf thingies. I'm going to have to go somewhere to nonchalantly show it off. I feel so special in it.

                                     

I also had a 12 month's reading at the Gypsy Fair. I am reluctant to tell anyone this, really, as the next time they are in my local areas, this lovely lady might be too busy to fit me in, due to my recommendation. It was amazing, and it's looking as though recent difficulties, people and health wise especially, will clear. I've been to this lady before, and she is spot-on with her tarot readings. And whilst I was at the fair, I actually bought myself a black cotton over shirt with white embroidery. Quite unlike me. It is as though I've been going a bit mad with money.

A friend recently gifted me a reading with a clairvoyant.  Now, I do this myself. Give clairvoyant readings. But, I like to get clear on things for myself, in my own life. Particularly when things have been a bit fraught. It's up to me whether or not I believe what a reader says. But it was good. It was about other things than to do with the tarot reading, and it set my heart at peace. On the way there, out in the countryside, I had lunch with my son at an upmarket cafe. Which of course was so lovely.

Spoilt. Spoilt.

                                    

Not to forget the two lipsticks I bought, one with a discount, one at a cheap outlet. Always hues of the same colour: fuschia. Chuckle. So looking at my all of recent acquisitions, some things I might not actually be so minimalist with, after all.

Our local health shop is closing down, and I managed to have another spend. A mineral face powder, and brush, both half-price, and a free bronzer. Of course, I had to go back. Well, a person would have to, wouldn't they? For my fantastic iron tablets, and a pile of rose stuff. Rose is one of my favourite scents. Deodorant, rose hip oil, rosewater, mixed rose oils as a scent. I am in rose heaven.

I so had to get out of that shop quickly. With my two tops which a friend had given me that day.

Why be spoilt by moi-self?

Which, despite the way that it looks, is quite unlike me. I have made some life changing decisions, moving away from difficult situations. It feels good, I must say. I felt that I had to celebrate it. 

And, I am on top of a life-long health problem. Obviously cause for celebration.






p.s. This is not a sponsored post. No freebies in exchange, either.