When I have a house, I want to decorate it with the coolest things, things I could only know are spirit lifting by having owned them on my Sims 2 game. Sometimes I just want to throw it all out, stop by an Ikea showroom and steal every idea, right down to the faux fur rug.
Earlier this year I was drawn into a store, the scene was calm with a hit of colour, although if I was the illustrator I would have put my hair differently.
... get it, drawn into the store.
Anyways, as I stood outside the entrance, a glow from heaven shawn upon me. The air was warm, music played like it does in China Town (replacing the 'Aaaaaaw' sound), Seth Cohen was prepping his collar in the windows' reflection, and little animals danced in tutu's in the background. ha, I'm sure if there was a big discount sale sign, the reaction would have been more intense.
Once inside, that was it ~ I wanted everything, every single thing. This was better than first discovering Ikea. I finally just found the website, having been there only once, I'd totally forgot the name of the shop. Morba. Reminds me of a fortune teller.
Unfortuneatly I didn't make it out with anything. Lack of funds for more vases, lites/lamps, or wooden trinkets, but I can still love it. And I can hope they are still open when I am a grown working woman earning mad cheddar at _blank_ job.
I'm going to call it mad cheddar too, on weekends when I'm
a) cruising around flea markets on my bike, with a scarf in my hair, snatching all the scandinavian goods.
b) finally stepping into that one of a kind store where there is enough clothing&acces to set you apart from the norm yet keep you as stylish as Anna from the O.C. (sensing a slight obsession), the day when I could buy a whole outfit at once.
c) about to head out, I'd imagine looking something like a mix of Brooke Hogan and P!nk, put on the cool shoes, give the faux-hawk a little extra oomph, spritz it, and pop in ma grill
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