This time last year, I was living in Europe, sipping on champagne, eating macarons, and buying every designer luxury you can imagine. Jump one year later, no more credit cards, no more shopping, back at home with mom, and picking fresh Strawberries from my mom’s garden.
You know what? More than Valentino, or Dior, Gardening is my new luxury! As I was picking strawberries today, and cutting roses, I realized, this is the TRuest Luxury! You can’t imagine how different natural grown fruits and veggies are, and there is something terribly gratifying about eating something you made. I literally got a high far more potent than the ones I received from my shopping excursions. The best part? You won’t even get a bill later in the month.