I’ve been trying to make this year more about the creative and beautiful and less about the material. But we all have our weak moments when the pull of wanting to own something overpowers us and we can no longer deny our inner material girl.

For example, yesterday, I gave into this whim:

Fun, yes? 

I fear my financial situation will prevent me from giving into this one today:

But just barely.

Novels were meant to be written on such things.