The new apartment furnishing/decorating itch.

I went to Target today to get some “essentials” (crystal dress hangers, febreeze, patterned tights..ya know), and I found myself wandering through the home section, which is by far my favorite. I love concocting new ideas for color patterns and home decor. Thinking about putting together desks and bookshelves and end tables gets me positively randy.

This is all pretty strange, because I don’t have a new apartment. I still live at home with limited space and options for decorative freedom. I was also painfully reminded that my beloved furniture and other apartment stuff is crammed into a storage unit, lonely and sad. <sob>

So I diverted my weird nesting urges into some purchases at Victoria’s Secret. That should have been enough, but I was too close to Bed Bath and Beyond to NOT go in. I cautiously ventured into that homeware haven and immediately knew I’d made a mistake. Cause now that itch had to be scratched. But, like a retail case of chicken pox, scratch I did not, and got myself out of that time suck almost as soon as I stepped in. Close call, financial crisis averted.

But I still gots that itch. This could be trouble.