I love everything in your shop. Everything. Even the door knobs. And the weird parrot lamps. And the lucite anything.
But I really fell for these 2 gorgeous midcentury benches with the most amazing Picasso shaped backs.
I fell really hard. Really and truly hard. And they are just so expensive. Like breathtaking expensive. Like I could buy a Warhol expensive (ok a Warhol print but still). So expensive that they made the really weird and astronomically priced Marc Jacobs runway clothes that only Tilda Swinton can wear conjure the "I bought it at Ross" jingle.
I deeply considered them along with the full five year sentence of serving "pancakes at night" to my children to afford them. Somehow it still seemed do-able.
Then, during a Real Housewives re-run (cheaper than wine - hey! I was saving for benches?), I saw a Suzy Orman informercial and remembered that I am smarter than this. Sad, disappointed, in a perpetual state of longing but not broke ass stupid.
So goodbye you adorable benches. I hope you find a big, happy hedge fund house to live in someday. In the meantime, my kids and I are having steak tonight. . . .
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