Fragile, this way up.

I like the finer things in life. I like the finest port, Davidoff cigars, Cavalli shoes, Chanel bags, Tiffany jewellery. I don't care if my plates do not match, or if my crystal tumblers are down to 5 instead of 6. I don't even know how to open a Moet et Chandon, because someone's always done it for me. My culinary skills are nothing out of the range, although somehow I excel in doing laundry. No idea why, that too has always been done for me. But that's where my real talents lie. My house is really a reflection of myself. I sacrificed on the wooden flooring and got a real Bluthner instead. Who needs a designer-something-to-walk-on when you can have a Mercedes piano? Who needs state of the art cutlery when you can have a Cartier bag instead? And that's the way I carry on in real life. Another thing I never scrimp on, of course, is Kleenex. Kleenex is the best, because everybody needs a soothing tissue when they're crying. I never scrimp on my faithful Dove shower gel because it's the only one which makes you feel suddenly well. And there it all is, I never scrimp on things that are important to me. I always pay my Internet subscription religiously, even if it means I have to put the power bill aside.It's all been in the family, my grandma would never scrimp on her beloved Lux. And no matter how hard times were, she'd never scrimp on love. And she never had it easy for every reason under the sun. There are things which become way too important to us, way beyond Cartier and Armani. They never come with a hefty price tag. They come with an invisible tag which says; Fragile, please handle with tender loving care. And the one who can actually see that tag is the blessed among all others.