Dear Baby Jesus, thank you for gorgeous, funky, elegant chandeliers. They're the perfect whimsy to shine light into the darkest of rooms. I want one in my bedroom.
Dear Baby Jesus, thank you for stove-popped popcorn. It's so much better than the bagged stuff. But not better than movie theater stuff. 
Dear Baby Jesus, thank you a thousand times for Anthropologie, my favorite shopping sanctuary. Some people desire cars, others desire mansions, I just want an impeccable wardrobeand timeless housewares.
Dear Baby Jesus, thank you for stick figurines. They understand the importance of simplicity.
Dear Baby Jesus, thank you so much for angelic, snow capped marshmallows. They're lovely. No wonder I was bribed with them while potty training (True Story). I understood their divinity at a young age. Oh my, is this picture an Anthropologie storefront window? I daresay it is. I rest my aforementioned case.
No comments:
Post a Comment