i'm big into commemorations. i would say this is a family trait except i don't think it is. this is pretty much just me. i instinctively celebrate events- big and small- by buying something- big or small- that is then endowed with Great Meaning based on whatever event- big or small- it was celebrating.
i hit a tipping point the other day. things fell apart and then they just as quickly fell into an entirely new, wholly improved together all in less than 24 hours- just proving yet again that it really does all work out in the end. and that the manner in which it does really is a mystery.
an event of such import cannot pass without commemoration. there must be some visible, appropriately excessive expression. some laying down of the visa in a way that shouts, I HAVE ARRIVED, WORLD. AND I HAVE THE 4" WHITE PATENT PLATFORM BOOTS TO PROVE IT.
i did not go that route, because i've gone that route before and i've bought the boots and they've had a fine and dandy life in the closet ever after. no. this was an event that warranted some entirely new means of celebration. something never done before. something stark-raving madcap wild.
to that end, i bought a $23 greeting card.
because really, what says HEY WORLD more than a $23 greeting card? that's actually a gross oversimplification. the $23 greeting card is kind of, sort of handmade (or at the very least, manufactured with great european love). it is bejeweled and beglittered. it's a teeny tiny work of art that just happens to be mailable if you love your friends enough to send them $23 greeting cards (frankly, i don't).
the $23 greeting card doesn't actually look like a greeting card, which is why it's going to hang on the front door. it's going to gaze knowingly out upon the pillbarracks balcony, and it's going to say with a sly smile and a worldly sigh, WE'VE ARRIVED. AND WE LIKE CAKE.