Poke the Birkin Bear

Wirkin Bear is on the run!

So, do we go there? Oh, we must! It's like my brain won't rest until I spill the beans. I could ask about the Wirkin Walmart bag drama, but let's be real—we're all in the loop. Yep, I'm diving into this chaos headfirst. It's like this story hijacked my feeds, acting like it's more important than the country's state of affairs. Seriously, what's the deal? Is Hermes going to crumble? Will those $40,000 bags suddenly become as worthless as a soggy sandwich? Do you think folks with the knockoff version shouldn't strut their stuff just because they spent under $100 on something that kinda resembles your $40,000 treasure? What's the real issue here? The bag's a replica, like many others. No brand name, leather that's seen better days, stitching that's more zigzag than straight, and you can snag them online all day long. Hermes won't go bankrupt as long as people crave that "special feeling" and can splash the cash without a care. It's all a whirlwind in my head as I try to make sense of it. Luxury? Oh, we'll get there.

I'm not saying don't buy that bag for $100 or $40,000; you do you and explain it to your therapist. I'm no handbag guru; I'm just a simple soul. I keep my handbag stash bountiful but basic for myself. If I see it, it's pretty, and it makes me grin, I snag it if it's within budget. I've got humble $20 bags up to the fancier ones. Now, don't get me wrong, I don't own any bag where the price tag should come with four wheels and a key. Again, no judgment, but that's my choice and the banker's choice. Okay, and the spouse's choice.

Remember when the GLP1 shots first hit the scene? Oh boy, what a storm! People were fuming, saying, no, you don't deserve it; it's for diabetics. Just push the plate away. Folks got downright nasty. Only diabetics deserve to heal, apparently. I, myself, am a diabetic and have wrestled with obesity since forever. I hopped on the shot to help lower my diabetes numbers, banish the food cravings, and finally get healthy. People have weight issues for all sorts of reasons, but I'll save that for another post. Stick with me here. I know the pain of feeling less than because of my weight struggles. I've battled the "less than feeling" for years. Understanding the hurt that comes with it, I'd never tell someone they aren't worthy of taking meds to heal and reclaim their life. I'm chasing this rabbit for that reason. It's really nobody's place to tell another what they're worthy of having. Everyone deserves to bring a smile to their face and a spring in their step.

If you're still hanging on and frothing at the mouth, let's talk about the meat masher that Pampered Chef unleashed. Holy cow! It was like a miracle; I can smash my beef without a spoon or spatula. The moment I saw it at the party, I had to have it. The downside? I had to wait for it to arrive in the mail. Oh, how will I survive that week? It came, and I was so excited, and so was the family because they knew supper was coming soon, and it was going to have hamburger in it for sure. Yes, and it was good, better than before because of my new little tool I spent $39 on? No, it tasted the same. Not long after that, I was shopping at Kohl's. One of my favorite departments, the kitchen. Oh no, it happened. There on the shelf, about head level, I see a meat masher, almost identical to the one I bought for $39, except it was $12.00. Sometimes, I convince myself that having a backup was a great plan, hence my kitchen hoarding issue. It wasn't but a month or so later that I was at The Dollar Tree when everything was still a dollar. Cruising through the aisles until I hit the kitchen towels, then moving down the line, it stuck out like a bright shiny star, another meat masher. It was only $1.00, and it looked the same except one of the paddles was red, and it didn't say Pampered Chef. The miracles and blessings just kept flowing my way. I had to spread the word, but oddly enough, nobody seemed as excited or shared in my joy. Did they already have that $1.00 meat masher and didn't buy the $39 Pampered Chef one? Nobody complained that someone else made the meat masher and sold it for $1.00. I wanted everyone to have a meat masher; it was the best thing going. I didn't want anyone to miss out, share the love. What was wrong? The problem was, I loved my Pampered Chef meat masher, but now all I had was uninterested friends, three meat mashers, out $52.00, and the food tasted the same with either one. The great part was, it still puts a smile on my face when I use it, and it didn't matter which one I pulled from the drawer.

Isn't that what all of this is about? How what we see and purchase makes us feel? Whether you spent a lot or a little, it's about how it makes you feel when you buy it. It's fulfilling a need that each of us has for whatever reason. Why would you think it's okay to take joy of any kind away from someone else? Sorry to burn the biscuits, but just take five and check your temperature. I speak truth because I am human just like you. The best saying I've ever heard was when my brother told me about his little granddaughter's comment at Christmas. She is the tiniest little thing but smart. She was explaining what she saw she wanted for Christmas. She explained she wanted it so bad. Then she said, "well, I don't need it, I just want it." I can hear the joy in his voice when he told me the story. She is so young and so wise, and he knew what he has been teaching she is hearing and understanding. Proud PaPa and a great man.

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What is the true meaning of luxury?

great ease and comfort

: a condition of abundance or great ease and comfort : sumptuous environment. lived in luxury. 2. a. : something adding to pleasure or comfort but not absolutely necessary

Don't shoot the messenger; I just copied and pasted it. Luxury isn't about an amount; it's about how an item makes you feel and the reason you feel it. Just wanted to share my opinionated little nugget with extra mixed nuts. Enjoy and shared with Love.