February 21, 2014
A long time ago (about two generations back) I walked past a florist store that was going out of business and saw a peacock display for sale in the front window. I was in love with this peacock. I wanted that peacock. I scrimped for two weeks to get fifteen dollars saved up to buy him, I was so proud of this peacock until I realized that I had used money that should have been going towards a car so I would not have to take a bus to work. My happiness disappeared and turned to shame and embarrassment. I knew my father would think I was more than just frivolous, he would think I was stupid to be buying a peacock when I needed a car. I ended up hiding the peacock in the attic, and later he ended up at a rummage sale without me ever getting to really enjoy having him. I just could not bear to look at him and remember how misguided my priorities were when I bought him. But now I have a car, a home, and all of the usual stuff that anyone could ever need. I can buy myself a frivolous thing now and again, and I do. Witness my new love, peacock plates and all the trimmings for a Paradise tablescape.
|Peacock Candle Holder ($1.75 each)|
|New champagne glasses and a special friend to help celebrate Mardi Gras.|