What is luxury?

Luxury is subjective. What feels luxurious to you may just make my skin crawl – like polyester for instance. I know there are people out there that have expensive polyester tops and dresses in their wardrobes. But, I just can’t get past the visual of sparks flying when they pull it out of their closet in the morning. Then too, fireworks on the fourth of july accompanied by a big juicy hot dog seem luxurious to others. 

For me, the ultimate luxury is fresh sheets. I’m not talking about an inexpensive cotton blend. I’m talkin’ the real deal – 600 thread count egyptian cotton. There is nothing more delicious than slipping into freshly laundered sheets on a Sunday evening. It’s a luxury I indulge in every week.

Another luxury for me is fresh flowers. I buy myself fresh flowers every Friday – a practice I’ve been doing for over twenty years. People always ask me, “Who are the flowers for?” – and seem shocked when I say that they’re for me. To live a luxurious life you have to believe you deserve the finest things available.

Luxury is not just for the rich and it need never be serious. But, lately I’ve noticed that people think luxury is just that, SERIOUS. It doesn’t have to be. It could be sneaking out of work on a Friday afternoon and treating yourself to a funny movie. Or, better yet, skipping down the street to an amazing tune on your iphone.

My rule #1 is to always have fun. Luxury is fun. Indulge yourself.