Probably the most impulsive purchase I’ve ever made (well maybe 2nd… the first was probably the house itself). But I saw these adorable little salt and pepper shaker things at a nearby Thai restaurant and they were knocked down 50%! Um, WHAT! So I just had to get them, even though I had previously made myself promise I wouldn’t get too carried away with knick-knacks and tick-tacks and all that crap. I’ve been in homes that literally looked as though Home Goods/Macy’s/400 Garage Sales all got digested together and then regurgitated back up in the form of way too damn many gadgets and gizmo’s everywhere you turn. Like what The Little Mermaid was referring too in her rock ballad about whoosits and whatsits galore. She wasn’t singing about her underwater cave full of treasures from the dry world, she was singing about people who get way too much junk for their pads. Don’t get me wrong, it looks cool most of the time and I’m sure it takes a great deal of interior decorating intellect to obtain such a look - but whenever I’m in one of these over-stuffed cribs I kind of feel like if I move too fast I might bust something and commit that ultimate party foul. Or even if I’m feeling particularly graceful and am pretty confident I won’t be breaking anything, I still shiver about how annoying it would be to lovingly wrap each and every one of those keep-sake treasures, come moving day. Ugh.
