I bought a painting when was in Fuerteventura. It’s no matter how much I paid, because who knows what the price of art should be?
Van Gogh said that the value of art is not in the money you paid but in the feelings and memories it preserves for you.
And this cactus will remind me of a simple village girl selling grandpa’s paintings at a bazaar. It was good to look at these two people sitting next to each other, talking and laughing. I remembered my rustic childhood, which is more precious than all the money in the world and bought this painting. Now, just a question arises what to do with it, where to hang?
© Fortune, 2009
Have you ever bought an item not because you liked it but affected by emotions?