One day last week, a catalog arrived in the mail. Not just any catalog, but the Anthropologie October 2010 catalog. I have never been to one of their stores. I have never purchased anything from them. At least, not that I'm aware. I must then assume, logically, that some sort of divine intervention has brought this catalog to me. Now that I have opened it and perused its luscious images of clothing and household items, I feel decadent. Like a bad girl who has rounded a certain corner and has passed the point where she can return to her former sensible self. Primarily due to having beheld these boots. They are called Adroit, and occupy the entirety of page 25. For a measly $328 they could be mine. I adore them. Covet them. Desire them. Anthropologie has led me into Temptation. And it is there that I shall reside. For a while, anyway.
3 comments:
You may actually have Shannon to thank for that ... I'm pretty sure I ordered some stuff from Anthropologie for her at least once, and that was before I had an apartment address of my own. Clearly they are trying to track me down. And tempt my mother.
I have your blog on my Google Reader list now, by the way. I think Liz reads your posts more regularly than I do, but now I will read them all.
You are such a good son!
I love these boots, but can't actually imagine wearing them out in public...and they wouldn't be practical as bedroom slippers.
I believe we have Shannon to thank for the Victoria's Secret and Godiva Chocolate catalogs, they still show up in your name. But Anthropologie is addressed to me!
They must have sensed your boot-thoughts from afar.
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