Like honey

I've been on a strict spending diet that consists of nothing but flowers and food. Both beautifully delicious perishables, if you will. I know I should scale back on the fancy stuff but I'm struggling. Rock bottom happened last week in the Fairway gourmet honey section when I almost bought myself a $10 jar of "honey from a thousand flowers". A girl with no disposable income has no business buying thousand flower honey. It went back on the shelf, even if it took a little piece of my heart with it.

Flowers are harder for me to say no to. Sometimes I can barely comprehend that these stems, each more exquisite than the next, can cost little more than a dollar. What else can you buy for $1.50 that's more perfectly, transcendently beautiful than a single stem? Pretty much nothing, ever. And so I buy them in bunches. Big, fat bunches. More bunches than I have any business buying. And so it goes- my vicious, delicious downward spiral.