Every time i stick my toe into anthropologie I go into a downward spiral of consumeristic desire that keeps me drooling for days.
But I’ve never bought anything there for myself. And I have absolutely no sense of style (not even being modest when I say that.) And clothes? They’re just clothes, I could care less.
But the decor, the housewares, the frilly little aprons back in the corner, the bulky jewelry that’s borderline tacky, the patterns and textures…. so pretty.
i could easily convince myself i need this: