I'm going through one of those consumerist phases. Guaranteed whenever I put my mind to us sticking to a very strict budget or musing about how I don't need anything but love something(s) will pop up on my radar (Pinterest) and hop in my ear and start whispering about how much I need it. And I daydream about said object at work, in the car, I picture myself wearing it when I'm on the treadmill. I imagine either how fabulous I will look, or how fabulous my house will look. Those are all of the things I covet: things for my closet and things for the rooms that are outside of my closet. It is pretty cyclical and I go through phases. I'm in the middle of the "things for my closet" phase and I could go on and on about what I want to add to it right now.
This post is about something else that I saw somewhere. And it has nothing to do with my closet. This one is really whispering to me right now. Loudly.
"Look how gorgeous I am. I would probably make everything in your life oodles better if you had me hanging in your living room, right up there over the sofa. Psst. Buy me."
The whispers are pretty convincing. And I might make the jump if there weren't plans in the works to take a wee road trip to Antioch this weekend to shell out several hundred bones for this:
Way better, don't you think?
Have a great weekend. Wish us luck that this little rooney is still there, and hasn't been whisked away by the puppy thieves.
Over and out.