When I had my surgery a couple of years ago, there were of course, numerous visits to the hospital both before and after. The hospital where I had it done is out of "home territory" if we can call it that so I was always on the lookout for unfamiliar things. This tree, probably about 1km from the hospital became my little sign that I was almost there and the joy of a tree full of toys brightened my day every time.
Being in a very narrow but well used street, it was never the right time for me to stop and get a photo but when I was over there this week, looking at a car, I actually parked right next to the tree. It was dusk so you can't see the full glory of it in it's day time saturation but maybe you can imaginitively brighten the colours.
My spooon arrived and Jim returned it in the padded bag I used to send it. I like his re-use philosophy and doesn't the spoon look fabulous? He did ask me if he could change the finish of it and i said yes. It's not the same piece mum gave me but I thought the smooth finish would be easier to clean and therefore I would use it more. It's finished in orange oil so it smells delicious as well as looking fabulous.
I bought the car I was looking at when I took the photo of the toy tree. A 2012 Hyundai i30 wagon. It had relatively low kilometres and was mostly quite tidy. There is some damage to the tailgate and it needs bushes replacing but the price was low enough to account for those things.
Though I logically think it was a good purchase, buyers remorse has hit hard and I am second guessing the need to get another car at all. I'm also second guessing why I got a slightly larger car than I have had for some years. If you google "buyers remorse" it speaks of regret around a purchase. I can't say I regret it. It's an odd reaction.
Yesterday I took my old car to be washed and vacuumed. The wheels have been scrubbed and blacked, the interior has been puffed clean with compressed air and it's looking altogether lovely which makes it hard to let go of but the decision is made: it's listed for sale and hopefully someone will think it's just the car for them.
I've never bought a car before. I drove my mums car until I was married and then my husband always chose the cars. Even at 52, it feels like a rite of passage.