You learn about yourself with every purchase and I don’t mean La Perla. At the start of the relationship, you might just give a quick glance, a soft caress. A quick stroll at another beautifully laid out area gives you some time to think. Those Brick n’ Mortar stores keep getting harder and harder to find. While rummaging through some pillows, you look at what grabbed your attention.
The lines reflect that of a shutter, the chalk pain perfectly lined but oh that price.
You picture your room. Would either of these pieces even fit? This armoire has a bit less distress but possibly could hold more of junk I intend to purchase? Maybe this could become a memory, one to be inherited by one of my future daughter-in-laws who I positive I will hate. Not because my two sons are such great catches but having met many of the girls they have dated, I do question their taste and morality.
The twin peaks. Interesting. Great color, chippy in just the right way, horrendous accessories. Might this cross my line of décor happiness? My endorphins started to release and my perfume (an intoxicating mix of Opium and Angel, very popular on elevators) seemed a bit stronger. Emotion took over. The cost might defeat any grocery shopping for the week but the mutual attraction was palpable. Should we just date or go all the way? But it might be The Bachelor’s last rose…