I get a little giddy when I open my mailbox and see the latest issue of Pottery Barn gifted to me by my mail-carrier. Thanks mail-carrying-friend-o-mine! Today as I was pouring over each lovely photo, I felt a bit like I did as a pre-teen obsessing over my latest issue of Sassy magazine—inspired, creative, inferior, and covetous. As a pre-teen, I would gawk at the models who were so much cooler than me, and as a pre-menopause I gawk at all the houses that are so much cooler than mine!
But then…this happened…and the world was right once more.
I think you are what my 3-year-old’s nightmares are made of.
I also do not covet the Amish-inspired quilt on the bed. And let’s not overlook the ginormously ridiculous, double-stack of books that the bird seems to be hoarding in the corner. What in the world??? I guess they didn’t have room for a bookshelf because the $399 bird was taking up the entire wall. Oh yes, you read that price-tag right. I didn’t forget a decimal point.