My friend (who really is so close she’s like my sister) stops by this morning before the walk to school and hands me a beautiful new purse.
“This looks like you,” she says.
But it’s not my birthday! It’s not Christmas!
I immediately put it on my shoulder. Two neighbors announce they have “purse envy.” Nobody has ever said that to me before. I’m not the kind of girl who goes shopping for purses. I still use the brown purse my father bought me for my 16th birthday. Yes, my handbags are over 20 years old.
But not anymore. I have a new bright and whimsical purse. I have a new purse because I have a friend who gives me things that “look like me.”
Living with flair means being that kind of friend. I want to be a better gift giver. I want to find little treasures that could delight someone the way I was this morning at 8:00 AM.
Journal: When was the last time you gave a gift to someone?