I know I’m not supposed to be envious. But I’m very envious of this: (Not in the sense that I don’t want them to have it, but rather that I want to have it too.)

This hallway of frames comes from my blog obsession: Younghouselove. I’m totally in love with this idea. And every couples days or so- for real- I look around my house wondering where I could do this. I LOVE the idea of having a place to feature artwork, photography, and sentimental items. For example, Tom did this beautiful colored pencil drawing that I’d love to put up, Archer gave me this cute paper art Christmas tree, I want a place to switch in and out the latest and greatest photos of Scotland, as well as the artistic shots I take. I love the idea of having a motivation to pursue graphic design. I could do this on one of our dining room walls- but the upfront cost always stops me. Buying that many frames would be expensive.  Ahhh! But I LOVE IT!!!
 
When I grow up I want to shop on Etsy. I love the idea of supporting artists. I love the idea of owning custom goods. It’s just rare that there is something on etsy that I really need. And usually if it’s just a want, I can’t justify the price- Now. . . but when I grow up?
 
Some days I want to be beautiful- in the details. I think about painting my nails, wearing hair accessories, bright lipstick, perfume. I want that braid falling through my hair like an afterthought. The whimsical color on my lids that says I don’t take myself too seriously. The belt that shows I’m daring. Usually I think about these things, admiring pictures of others online, when I’m sitting in front of the computer in my pajamas, late a night. In the morning- the desire has passed. 
 
Craving for a frame gallery- that hasn’t passed.