I noticed I haven’t written any “deep” posts for a long time — just little bits of nothing. I’m OK with that. My life lately has been a lot of these little bits, and sometimes that’s a lot better than drama-trauma overload. No soaring highs or belly-flopping lows. Even keel. Steady as she goes. I’ll take it!
So, perfect for the little bits o’ nothing vein, someone in the vast direct marketing universe hit their target (part of it anyway — nailing “interest” if not “income”) and the catalog of my dreams showed up in my mailbox. Addressed to me. Not to “Occupant” or the former owners or, heaven-forbid, Mike.
Everyone out there know MacKenzie-Childs? I’ve known the brand for years, but have only seen bits and pieces here and there in specialty stores.
I was unprepared for the OMGness that is the catalog.
It’s kind of Alice in Wonderland meets cottage garden meets floral chintz extravaganza.
In other words, it’s just for me.
“Oh, I want this!”… “Oh, I NEED this!!”… “OH, I MUST HAVE THIS!” with every turn of the page.
I swooned over the Flower Market Enamelware.
Fit for the finest cakes and scones!
Oh, and this champagne bucket, please. With these glasses.
And while I’m at, why not all of these pretties for my kitchen?
And what about this Queenly garden furniture (off with your head if you don’t just love it).
Not fantastical enough? How about this chair instead?
Of course, I’d need this loveseat and end table to complete the ensemble.
And maybe the Toulouse Goose to mix things up a bit.
And of course my garden would have to be entered through this gate.
And the birds would have to have proper places to dwell.
And the few bits of mail worth receiving would be delivered here.
So what if exactly none of these things fits my budget?
And Mike would probably move out.
I just admire people who go beyond thinking outside the box to actually living and working outside it.
Sit next to me and let’s discuss the possibilities.
Starting with the fact that the Aurora, NY, farmhouse where the magic gets made is a mere 6 hours away from where I sit.
Getaway weekend, anyone?
Who’s with me?
If you obey all the rules, you miss all the fun.
~ Katharine Hepburn
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