anthropologie…….

Looking through an old Anthropologie catalogue a few days ago, I started daydreaming- and this time it wasn’t about something I’d love to own, say for instance these:

But something I’d love to be.  In particular, Her:

And I’d like to do that in this kitchen:

You know, for maybe a week or so.

Just me and my goldilocks hair, working my shift at the diner, or perhaps as an auto mechanic, and then taking my baby blue pickup for a drive in the desert.  Just to watch the sun set over the mountains.  And then I’d go sit in my perfect kitchen , which is a perfectly homey mix of comforting and whimsical, and open up the fridge and drink some orange juice right out of the carton.  And then I would crouch down and give my big golden retriever Roy a big hug.  And maybe sometimes I’d even put on those green shoes and go dancing.  To a jukebox, of course.

The thing is-  I love my life, most of the time.  So I put on my coat, I went outside, and I cleaned out the minivan.  I hauled out the vaccuum.  I wiped down the gummed-up cup holders in the back, and pried free the petrified pennies.  I culled the froot loops from the seat belt holes.  I relocated Matt’s six bags of unopened sunflower seeds (representative of his most recent bouts with quitting smoking) to the kitchen.  I brought out a fresh batch of cd’s.  I installed a new air freshener.  I felt renewed.

The landscape of my life is something I can’t change, and wouldn’t.  This little corner of my life, though, I just did.