Phobia, Schmobia

If you've never heard of Anthropologie, stop reading this blog right now. Actually, on second thought, keep reading. You can thank me later when you realize it's the piece of your life that's been missing since...well, birth, probably. (Please don't stalk me down in the night and murder me, however, when you overdraw.)

Anyway, as usual I wanted to crawl into the pages of this month's catalog and live there forever. I can't even afford a

pillow in their home decor section (on an unrelated note, buy some jewelry!), but I did see something that caught my eye...The Pop-up Book of Phobias! It's the perfect coffee table book to go between my Waterhouse and Millais art books. Every home needs a dose of weird. Even better? Bought it for $3 on Amazon Marketplace. Boom.

Also on my list of things I must have even if I have to hold up an Anthropologie at gunpoint (I've been watching a lot of Law & Order lately and I think, I THINK that I could be found not guilty by reason of mental disease. Anthropologitis. It's an epidemic. No cure.) is the Highest Accolades dress. Gah. Loves it. Makes me think nostalgically about my horse show days. Of course, I rarely won ribbons, but I think that means I deserve this dress.

Whoops. So far this post has scant to do with jewelry. So I'll end it with a necklace that I will also steal in my crime spree. Also equine-related, it's the Loping Louise necklace. Lurrrve it. Want it. Can never afford it. Will steal it.

Oh, and my phobia? Obviously fear of a world without Anthropologie.

(Also fear of phones. And clowns.)

Cheers,

Margaret