It doesn't happen every year but it's for sure happening this year...I've got a TERRIBLE case of the I wants. Usually, there's just not that much I care much about, so when I do find things I like, I tend to go berserk. I'm a feast or famine shopper. I don't unleash the beast often but when there are things that I really like, I let myself have them. And things I really like, I want a bunch of, in all different colors. And I want to play with 'um.
Yesterday my neighbor and I went to the wholesale Nursery. It was like being turned loose in a candy store. Colors, all different textures, plants of all different shapes, sizes, species....omg....brain flood. Suddenly, I was so overwhelmed I had to just stand there and drink it all in. I started in the poinsettias. I had taken a container I planned to use and while it looked fine, it was just too blah. Next, I hit the cyclamen for my planters outside. I filled up one box and proceeded to fill another one. As my neighbor went about her shopping, we both admitted how easily we go into paralysis from beauty overload-- and she does this for a living.
Then on to the orchids and succulents. Lawd, lawd lawd.... please just let me just die here. We. had. a. ball. No sooner did I get home and get unloaded than I had to play with my toys. My neighbor and I texted back and forth pictures: good, bad, or ugly, and then we did the front door hand off for her box of green moss to cover the plant tops in their respective containers. ( I did that part outside today on my table in the back yard so I wouldn't have a messy clean up. Man, is that moss messssssy...but FUN.)
I think allowing myself to make things beautiful is excellent self care. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.