January 14, 2012 § 2 Comments
a couple of weeks ago, the boy and i stepped into west elm where i sort of went a little nuts. you see, i love that place. i would move in if they would let me, except… i don’t want to live in emeryville. dealbreaker. i’ve also resigned myself to the fact that my place will never look like their catalog – our design tastes don’t exactly overlap very often, and as a result our decor “situation” isn’t exactly cohesive (read: you wouldn’t know a girl lived here unless you looked in the closet…okay and maybe the bathroom). we left empty-handed and on the ride home, i’m pretty sure i had a decor identity crisis. it was fun for all… i assure you.
when we got home, the boy went to sleep and i placed an order online (heh heh). all was well in the world! and when the package(s) finally arrived and i had set everything out, he actually sort of approved, meaning nothing “disappeared” the next day.