On Saturday afternoon I went to Ikea with my friend, MM. She is the same one I went to Nordstroms with on the Last Hurrah. A major shopper. And now a major pain in my experimental ass. Normally I'd jump at the chance to spend time together, but she's the kind of gal who can drop $1,000 in about the same number of seconds and right now it's hard not to jump in and join her.
At Ikea I saw this amazing rug. It comes in four colors and the yellow green would go beautifully in my sun-room. The purple one is beautiful too, and both a steal for $249.00. I'm wondering how much my mom wants to spend on my birthday gift. There were a ton of other things I would have loved to buy, including this bed that would make my teenage son want to clean his room every day, or not.
The realization hit me that the category "Things I Would Have Bought" might be pitifully small. I'm not shopping because it is tempting— in a "Brad Pitt is drunk on a ski vacation and fighting with Angelina and just asked me back to his hotel room"kind of way. But if I DON'T shop it will be difficult to write about things I would have bought. Dilemma.