Retail Therapy

I have a confession.

See, there's this place that I love...

It's called Anthropologie.

Sometimes it's so bad, that when I walk in the store and realize I don't have any money for shopping... I feel like crying.

Everything in that store was made just for me. The furniture, the lamps, the clothes, the jewelry, the books, the dishes, the shoes, the decor, EVERYTHING.

If I didn't have self control, I think I would live there.

That's all.

p.s. I slept in a fort last night. It was wonderful.