Nowruz

Dear Friends,
Superstitions, superstitions!

Nowruz, the Persian New Year, is around the corner. In my culture, as in many others, one must welcome the New Year in new clothes! Yesterday, I asked myself whether in the midst of all these upcoming cuts and expenses (pension, moving, painting, disconnecting, and reconnecting fees), it was really necessary for me to celebrate the first day of spring in new garments. The answer was simple - Of course!

I’m very superstitious. Not only I need new clothes, but I also need new shoes, to walk happily through life, with confidence, and a new bag to hide the old baggage!  

At first I took myself to lower end stores. Then I realized that I’m not rich enough to buy cheap anymore, as the Brits say. So, I headed towards the labels. I like to texturize and mix and mismatch, but this time, I opted for an independent, self-sufficient dress (you know, the kind that doesn’t need embellishment). Few names over, with the money that I didn't spend on accessorizing my already busy black-and-white polka-dot dress, I bought another frock, equally self-supporting. 

On my way out, I stopped at the Clarins counter and bought a bottle of Huile Orchidée Bleue (believe me, its aroma is as intoxicating as its name)! Rationale? I might as well shop while I can! I just hope that now that I’m so watchful of my weight, shopping doesn’t become my next anxiety muffler. God knows my angsts outnumber my dollar bills!