One of my less-adorable vices is buying myself presents when I’m supposed to be Christmas shopping for my beloveds. My ‘one for you, one for me’ strategy sounds equitable, until you consider there are a lot of you’s and only one me, resulting in quite a pile of packages under my jolly little holly bush.
It’s okay though, because one of my manifestations of self-care is a new bottle of perfume, which by its very nature is an indulgence that can be enjoyed by anyone within sniffing range. Aren’t I generous?
