I remember the first time I bought myself a bouquet. 😳 I felt awkward. It seemed like the saleswoman at the checkout would think: "Am I alone?" And even worse - that someone would decide that I don't have anyone who would give them to me instead. Strange, right? For some reason, we were taught that flowers are always from someone.

Many years have passed since then. And you know what? 🌸 Today I went into a flower shop for no reason. Just because I couldn't pass by. It smelled like fresh roses, herbs and chrysanthemums - so strong that even my bad mood melted away. ☁️

I chose a bouquet with white peonies and a couple of lilac branches. 🌿 They smelled almost like summer. As I walked home, I held them in front of me and caught people's glances. Some smiled, some turned around in surprise. And I smiled to myself.

For me, flowers are not about holidays or falling in love. 💐 They are about a reminder: I can please myself. Not wait for March 8, not wait for a "special occasion". Isn't it magical to bring home a fresh bouquet, put it in your favorite vase and watch it bloom day after day? I like to come to it in the morning with a cup of tea and think: "You are great, you deserve this beauty. 💖"

Do you often buy yourself something just like that? ✨ To please not someone else, but only yourself?