Oh, come on home
I am sickeningly, sickeningly obsessed with housewares. You know, decorative dinner plates, chandeliers (never gaudy, always the stylishly hip ones), mugs (oh mugs! my worst indulgence.) I actually walk into stores and see plates I like and then start to plan - what forks would look nice with these? How about the kitchen tiles? Should I really have red cupboards? I have already begun to collect for my future apartment: a few coffee cups here, a set of teal-glazed plates there. Right now, the image of my ideal apartment is the one that Maggie Gyllenhaal's character owns in Stranger Than Fiction. The kitchen had turquoise embossed wallpaper, a black and white 50's style checkerboard floor, and the most amazing iron light-fixture, with little balls filled with different-colored lights.
In any case, I went to Anthropologie the other week and nearly swooned. I have some monies left over from Christmas - at this point, I care more about these than clothes. Take a look:
Dinner plates:
Dessert plates:
Cups and glasses:
Bowls:
And the website doesn't even have a couple of the things I saw in the store, like these little baroque espresso cups and red and blue plates with gold rose patterns.
I am incorrigible.
In any case, I went to Anthropologie the other week and nearly swooned. I have some monies left over from Christmas - at this point, I care more about these than clothes. Take a look:
Dinner plates:
Dessert plates:
Cups and glasses:
Bowls:
And the website doesn't even have a couple of the things I saw in the store, like these little baroque espresso cups and red and blue plates with gold rose patterns.
I am incorrigible.