everytime i step foot into anthropologie, i am completely reminded why i'm a girl. it's a girly heaven of the most beautiful, interesting, (somewhat) affordable items you can ever own. everything is so delicate and precious. i get my love/appreciation of nice decor from my mom. it's truly one of her passions, and although we have different taste (i had to talk her out of buying a cushion cover with roosters on it today. we all make mistakes.), i still admire hers and she admires mine.
going to places like anthropologie inspires me because i'd never actually buy everything from there because i'd be on a budget, but it's so easy to duplicate. thank god i have a huge love for garage sales, flea markets and thrift stores. i just think your house or room says so much about you and i cannot understand when people are so careless and boring about it. but so many people are.
aside from oo-ing and aw-ing over every sweater, dress, shoe, necklace, and even a fucking candle that came into my sight, i picked up probably the coolest knob for my nightstand in my room at home. i just fell in love with it. so yeah im a 19 year old girl who falls in love with a knob for a drawer, and dreams of one day decorating her home with mismatching florals, plates embellished with bird drawings, and embroidered dish towels. completely normal..i should go take my hot flash medicine right now
