I won’t lie, just titling this post makes me feel a little antsy, like if I don’t run and go do something rugged and dirty then I might be taken over by urges to bake cupcakes in a frilly apron. Someone save me. But hey, at least I won’t be whinging about my horse for a day.
About a month ago I decided there was something the house needed, and that thing came in the form of stuffed pieces of cloth to adorn my furniture. Yeah.
Still, even though it was my mission, I cannot tell you how silly I felt making the husband compare pillows with me, forcing him to put up with my external debate regarding texture, color, and price (why, oh why are pillows so stupidly expensive!).
For whatever reason though, it gives me some small semblance of pleasure having them around the house. Like maybe that throw pillow might be just what I needed to convince someone I have my house entirely put together. Like maybe I’m one step closer to becoming some kind of eventing Martha Stewart.
Am I alone here? Does anyone else appreciate little accents like this? Or is this possibly the lamest (insert bitter laugh here) post ever?