anthropologie, you make it too easy to fall in love.
I cannot afford you, but still I go in and know that you’ll have somthing that I just must have.
This birdie room is too easy as well. Too easy to find the “perfect” thing, even though the “perfect” thing was purchased just a few days back.
This time, a vintage kitchen towel, which (once ironed) may stay on the crib or become a throw pillow depending upon my level of participation.
And a canvas for that final wall that still needs paint – further motivation, I convince myself, to get that project done this weekend. And you were on sale. How, oh, how could I resist?