Strange Desires

Now, I'm not that much of a girly-girl. I seldom wear makeup, dresses, or pay attention to traditional feminine trappings. Never in my life have I given a moments thought to the purse I carry. My current one is black leather, and has the right size and configuration of compartments I prefer. I think I've had it for nearly a decade.
Yesterday, Luke and I went to the U-Village mall just for the heck of it. We got a few books, bought some fancy chocolates, and had a pizza. While browsing in a store called Fireworks, I saw these cool purses, made out of woven seatbelts. I want one. Badly. I have never before cared one iota about purses, and suddenly, I see a purse I want more than anything. Anything! Even though it's insanely expensive. Even though it does not have the configuration of compartments that I consider essential. I want this purse! WHY?!

Today at the Ballard farmers market, I found myself buying plants. I am usually a certified plant-killer. Any living thing in a pot of soil under my care is destined to die a dry, neglected death. But today, we bought a basil plant, some rosemary, and a little pot of chives. They join some cute "hens & chicks" on our little balcony that I picked up two weeks ago. ( They are cute though, aren't they? )

I want to have some plants around. I'll try not to kill them. I don't get it! What's happening to me?!?