greed and the need for a thousand throw pillows.

Yesterday, in the check-out line at Von's (buying a cart full of groceries I will, in fact, have to actually cook at some point, starting tonight), I was made a victim of smart merchandise placement. I impulse-bought a magazine on interior decorating with the most adorable pillows I've ever seen on the cover. Lavender, sky blue, lime green, and teal. Patchwork. Plus, the couch they're on looks a lot like mine.

The thing is, of course, that my couch already has purple pillows on it. And the entire magazine, though breathtaking in some points, led me to similar conclusions. For example, there is this really neat spread on how to make curtains with maps. Our windows have blinds. Huge blinds. Vertical blinds that smack each other and make obnoxious noises when we have our ceiling fans on (which is always, because we live in The Valley). Each slat is about 3 inches wide. Even Rand McNally himself couldn't cover these windows.

Everything in the entire magazine was adorable. And I can't incorporate any of it in my apartment. Before I went to Von's yesterday, I thought I had a cute apartment. I hate Von's.