I love antique stores. Everything in them has so much character. I always want to know about the people who owned the items before. Most of the time the quality of the items is astonishing, too. I saw the most beautiful light green silk shawl, and I wanted it so badly. Then I realized that I wouldn't have the guts to wear it anywhere, and gave up on that idea. Still, I would have loved to have bought it, and maybe kept it to wear with one of my black dresses. It was the exact shade of green in the leaves in the embroidered flower pattern on a pair of my favourite shoes, and I could picture myself wearing a black dress, and the flowered shoes with the shawl.
Damn, I'm sad. Enough lamenting over the shawl.
I think that one day, when I have a job, I am going to collect vintage accessories. There are so many beautiful shawls and handbags and jewels out there. Finding unique things is so uplifting, it's like coming across a rare treasure. And it can be affordable!
Tonight I think I'm going to sleep, because I don't really have anything else to do. I guess I could do something computer-related, but to be honest, I'm getting tired of this cute little iBook. It's so cute and trendy that you like it until you realize that if both of you were people, it would be the cheerleader who gets all A+'s.
I think I need to stop personifying inanimate objects.