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I tripped across this quote the other day and it got me thinking.
"Luxury, to me, means ordinary items we need and use in every day lives,
that we don't think about necessarily, that are special.
Something that brings us a small, quiet (often private) pleasure by using them."
Living the Luxe Life has become quite an industry of late. Even on this blog mentions of certain brand names add to the barrage, although I promise the brand names are meant to specify an item, not promote it.
But luxury to me really means quality or close-to-perfection in function. I think it is actually personal, meaningless to one person but important to another. Maybe it is the way a pen writes or feels in your hand. Or the weight and fit of a jacket. The luxury part, to me, comes in finding that "thing" and being able to have it as a part of your life.
A daily luxury for me is a cup of Earl Grey tea in my grandmother's teacup. Something about the thin, bone china, making its distinctive "tink" as it sets in the saucer. The perfect amount of tea, cooling slowly to force a sip at a time, both calms me for a moment and gives me the jolt of energy to push through a busy afternoon.
My grandmother gave me her Wedgwood service for twelve years ago and I love the simplicity of the color and pattern. I know that in their heyday years of dinner parties and business parties they were used as often as twice a week. Sometimes I wonder who else has sipped from this teacup.
Now all of the pieces are lucky to come out twice a year.
Except these two. They visit me daily.