I pass her funky window display, walk through her towering doors and I’m in dreamland. She’s home to invisible bohemian princesses with impeccable wardrobes, gypsy souls and flowers in their hair; and I want to live there. Her flouncy shirtdresses, shrunken blazers, fabulous boots and faux-vintage bedding and tea-towels seem to whisper my name.
“You need me,” they say. “Perfection is possible.”
A girl’s eye candy everywhere I look. I want it all. And more. Anthropologie is very bad for me, but I love it anyway! It makes me lust and covet for things and then throw myself a pity-party because I can’t afford them. Anyone else?
The lyrics of Caedmon Call’s song “This World” say it so well:
This world has nothing for me
And this world has everything
All that I could want
And nothing that I need
Check the blog “All Things Beautiful” for my thoughts on why us girls are helplessly drawn to pretty things!
