Welcome to our world where every month a group of international bloggers takes on a mutually agreed upon “assignment.” This time we’re considering the subject of Life’s Luxuries.
It seems to me any reasonably thoughtful person should be able to come up with at least a short list of Life’s Luxuries, which makes me wonder if I’m a reasonably thoughtful person — in regard to today’s challenge that is.
In the past I’m certain I could have produced a verrrry long list of coveted luxuries, but suddenly I find today’s topic troubling, thus I turned to the dictionary to see if my definition of the word/concept coincides with its official meaning. I would say luxury is a desire for some thing or things that involve great expense. Then I add to that — in my mind — considerable pleasure derived from those expenditures, otherwise what’s the point?
Here’s what the dictionary says: “. . . a state of great comfort or elegance, especially when involving great expense [ha!]. . . opulence, luxuriousness, sumptuousness, costliness, grandeur, affluence, wealth, prosperity, plenty.”
Now, buried in all that richness are the words: “comfort and security” and I’m thinking, yes; that’s more like it.
I don’t want to rain on the parade, but suddenly my desires — and there was a time when they were many — of acquisition were fulfilled and I received great pleasure in return. Now I think of sumptuousness as a sort of equation in which Luxury = Happiness and if it doesn’t, it’s not worth the yearning and dreaming or the expense.
You see the problem I’m having here?
|Les Prés D’Eugénie, one of the world’s most luxurious spas.|
Not to be a brat or to ruin the fun, let me mention a few things that might interest me — fulfil the equation:
- Replace my Cartier trinity bracelet and the gold link one I wore with it before our robbery.
- Check into a spa for a week.
- Hire a chauffeur (I really don’t like to drive.)
- Employ a chef/nutritionist to prepare all of our meals.
Also, would I like to build a new wardrobe around all the Stella McCartney navy blue pieces I recently put together? Ah, yes I would.
|Cartier’s trinity bracelet.|
But here’s the problem, these possibilities are appealing but I do not think they would deliver on my criteria. I’m not dreaming about any of the above, although I think they would give me a short-term happiness buzz, but that’s not how I define luxury now.
|Masses of peonies, my favorite flower particularly when I can find them in yellow, an affordable luxury.|
Luxury for me is waking up happy with the sun pouring in the bedroom windows; having a house that is lovely and organized, filled with flowers; having dinner at our favorite restaurant with My-Reason-For-Living-In-France; seeing Charlotte sunbathing in the grass; being productive and working on another book; knowing that my daughter, granddaughter and son-in-law are safe and content; having a marathon telephone conversation with a friend on the other side of the world; meeting girlfriends in Paris for a long gossip-filled lunch.
Maybe the reassuring, liberating sensation of my general feeling of freedom from excessive wishing for more is my definition of luxury these days.
I suspect the other members of our By Invitation Only group are far more entertaining than I am. Please click over to our leader, Marsha, at her splendid blog, Splenderosa, where you will be directed to essays on how everyone else defines Life’s Luxuries.