Thoughts on Anthropologie…

Every time I go to Anthropologie, it makes me want to throw out everything I own, and move to a funky loft somewhere like NYC or London…you know, one with mile-high ceilings, giant windows, beat up hardwood floors, and ancient exposed brick walls.

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And here, my family and I would live an artsy- bohemian life…furnished by Anthropologie, of course!

We would be surrounded by vintage furniture…

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and nothing would match…

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and we would have lots of bold, bright colors and patterns…

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and a collection of feminine antique-y dishes and aprons and linens…

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And then, I snap out of my Anthropologie-fueled daydream and drive back to my little cottage by the sea, and I am soo happy to home again!