Yea that's me.
Every year (well since 2010), I would buy myself a birthday present. This year I decided not to, besides I've realized that the idea of buying yourself a birthday present is just like sending yourself a Christmas card (or worse: a love letter), or a more modern way to say it: liking your own status. And this birthday month I’ve spent too much, seriously, and I want too many stuff I can’t decide what to buy. And there is nothing that (my) money can buy, that I really really want anyway.
Then something happened, I stumbled across this work of art:
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| 100 pieces of Cicely Mary Barker |
How, tell me how, can I say no to that?
So I gave myself a birthday present.
What? It's a birthday present! #justified #indenial
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| And now my working corner is 3x brighter. Prettier, at least. |
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| Ah the snowdrop fairy ♥ |
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