I bought a blanket yesterday. A throw actually, you know, it’s the kind of thing that sits on the edge of you bed or you couch, and you pull it over yourself as you sip your tea and read your book, maybe nibble on a cookie. A soft, comfy blanket.
I know you’re now thinking, OMG, is she going to write a blog about buying a blanket?
Yes, I am.
I am a somewhat frugal person. I try not to spend money unnecessarily. I also don’t like buying things on principal- I have a small apartment with very little storage space. I’m pretty Kondo in that if I don’t love it I don’t buy it. So I carefully weigh every purchase before I take out the plastic.
Now I have a throw that resides on my couch. It’s a bit old, and a bit beat up, but it’s still functional. Technically, I didn’t need a new one. Technically. But we had a run of below freezing temperatures. I’d read a book about Hygge…..
Hygge. Do you know about it? It’s the Danish concept of warm and comfy. They espouse scented candles, game nights, fireplaces, hot beverages, comfy clothes, and soft luxurious throws. Yes. A lifestyle philosophy that is all about comfort. Sign me up.
So when I was shopping for practical things (my neck needed a new pillow badly) I managed to wander over to the blanket section. It was like 15 degrees out, and I sat there rubbing my hands over all these blankets. It would have been erotic if not for the fact I was in a large, florescent lit store, and the blankets were housed in industrial shelving.
But I didn’t buy the blanket. I walked out of the store with my pillow but nothing else.
I dreamt about the blanket. Seriously. I woke up with visions of velvety soft blankets running through my head. The good angel on one shoulder said “You don’t need the blanket. Save the 24.99 minus the 20% off coupon. That can be used for something else.” Other shoulder, bad angel said “Oh just buy the freaking blanket. It’s a blanket. It’s practical.”
Yesterday, I caved. I walked to the store. You can actually blame that on the above freezing temperatures- I was thinking of it as exercise cause it takes 15 minutes to walk to the store. I went to the lower level (see- you can make any sort of analogy you want about me having to descend to get the blanket). I grabbed the blanket after I found the most luxurious one and sprinted up the escalator to the registers. I was buying it before I changed my mind.
I walked home with a big smile on my face.
And last night, I cut open the packaging, took the cardboard stays out, and just pushed my face into it. Oh, the soft velvety feel on my face. I put on my pajamas, brewed a pot of tea, grabbed my e reader and curled up on the couch. I pulled the blanket over me.
Sometimes you have to do something for yourself. Sometimes you have to get exactly what you want. I don’t mean shopping as therapy- I don’t believe in that. But every now and them you’re allowed to have a treat. My treat was this soft, luxurious wonderful blanket. It just made me feel good. And tonight, it will make me feel good. And tomorrow…..
You get the idea.