I love childhood stories of prince and princesses. Princes are generally giving, and princesses generally allow love. Fast forward to years later to today, I thought:
Are you happier if you receive flowers or a Chanel bag from a man? Are you happier if you give flowers or a Chanel bag to a woman?
Every morning, unless you live in the country, we see concrete and walls, tall buildings and fast automobiles, brands and more brands. Yet, there are flowers.
Every time a man gives a woman (or another man) flowers, it reaches deep into our hearts, as if something else in it burns – makes it living, alive, on fire. It softens our whole.
Every time I buy me flowers, I am reminded of my own grace. People call it self love. Surrounded by one of the beauties of the world, there is a certain unexplainable delight.
I called it Delightful Flowers.