A couple of years ago now, I found myself in a bookstore with one of my best friends from high school. She was going through a self-help book phase, and as I perused some of the ‘improve your life’ titles, this one caught my eye.
I flipped open to a random page, which advised purchasing numerous birthday candles and finding opportunities in your daily life to use them: on a whim, for a celebration, you just need a wish,
because you’re cold.
We can chock it up as an impulse buy, as I definitely have no cracked it open since I purchased it, but it has followed me around the country as I’ve moved around since then, and I have consistently thought about this idea of celebrating every meal the way we celebrate birthday cake. I’ve never actually done it, though. Until my third blog day came around.
I started the fun the day before–as I’d obviously need photos to use for the day of post–after Sister Smart and I made an “emergency” trip to the grocery store for candles.
Start the day with a wish and sprinkles.
We should definitely do more of that. [Don't you think, Jenn?]
Even snacks seem more special when you’ve lit them up.
If only my school would have allowed me to set things on fire
every dayon my blog day.
It wouldn’t have seemed right NOT to make some Nutty Butter on my Blog Day.
Obviously, the only dinner was one fit for the Queen (of Throwing ‘Ish’ in a Bowl).
And even though you might say it was ‘Cho’ blog day.
narcissisticworld, it could only be mine.