1. Office supplies. Favorite pens. Favorite mechanical pencils. Index cards. Post-it notes. Not to be overly hyperbolic, but I’m pretty sure if I let my imagination run wild, I could orgasm simply by walking into a Staples.
2. Cashmere. Specifically, cashmere gloves. More specifically, cashmere gloves that I did not pay a fortune for. Even more specifically, the not-too-expensive cashmere gloves I bought yesterday and am (only through force of will) not wearing right this very minute even though they’re in my house. They’re mint green (to clash with my orange scarf), they’re elbow-length, and I lurve them.
3. Perusing Brooklyn’s Craigslist for outrageously expensive used babygear. This has practically become a hobby. Baby gear – really top-notch baby gear – is everywhere here. Fancy strollers that cost more than my first car did. Or my second car. Or my custom-made touring bicycle. But on Craigslist, I can dream of owning a bugaboo bee (which, besides transforming from a carriage into a stroller when Sprog hit the appropriate age/weight range, would also transform me into a cappucino-sippin’, cell-phone chattin’, hot hipster Mama.) *sniff* Ok, so maybe that’s stretching the dream a bit far, but I do enjoy Windows-shopping on craigslist to see how far my imaginary baby-budget would stretch today…
4. The absolutely gorgeous platter that my sister-in-law gave us as a belated wedding present. It’s lovely, handpainted and almost too pretty to use, though i have to say that I can’t wait to serve her food on it.
5. My husband spent yesterday in the kitchen cooking and baking and generally making the house smell good and dinner taste good and enough golden cake with lemon frosting for the next week. Life is good.
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