Stuff

After writing my post yesterday, I came to a conclusion about something...in fact, about stuff: I like stuff.  Here is a small sample of some of the stuff I want (for a more comprehensive list, check out my Pinterest page):

I want these knobs on my dresser:

I want flatware that looks like this:

I want this couch:

I want this above my bed:

And I want all my drawers to look like this:

The thing about all this stuff is: it wouldn't improve my quality of life, not even a little bit.  In fact, the couch may decrease my quality of life, because hubs would hate it, and if he's not comfortable while watching Mythbusters, no one is comfortable.

I probably wouldn't even notice my cute flatware or knobs or whatever after a few days, and, most likely, no one else would either.

I guess the moral of the story is, I really need to learn to not want stuff.