10 minutes with you- is it too much?

A wonderful friend called and said can I drop by for 10 minutes?

She arrived at my door.

She said she had been looking all year since my last (BIG FAT) birthday for just the right thing. And now she has it.

Perhaps you think a deep thinker does not care about pretty things. Perhaps you think that I only care about intangibles like love and hope and creative spirit. Perhaps you think I cannot be swayed by things that sparkle, or smell good or taste good.

Are you crazy?

She handed me the most beautiful bag (it felt like this bag alone was the present). I practically wept.

and inside it

a gorgeous box (it felt like this alone was the present)

and then a treasure sack (it felt like this alone could be the present)

and then these

And she said – and these are magic words-  I thought they looked just like you.

Do you think they are too much? She said.

NEVER!

I love them.

Party on my ears.

Thank you so much.

I am going to wear them on a very special date with a very special man.

And then after that anywhere and any time. Just cause.

xoxox

(There are times when I think footprint and eco blah blah blah and other times the absolute over use of packaging takes me to a higher place and makes me a better human being. There, I said it. Back off. And shave your legs.)