oh, anthro.

The images in this month's Anthropologie catalog are so beautiful. After I finished flipping through the pages, I wanted to rummage through my closet and get rid of half my clothes, plan a fantastic trip somewhere far away, and then go get her adorable haircut (but it would look terrible on me).

Which leads me to my question: does anyone else have a bit of a love/hate relationship with the Anthro catalog every time they look through it? Sometimes after browsing, I end up feeling like my life is so unglamorous, so unfashionable, and just so un-put together. It's a little bit of a life meets fantasy meets reality conversation every time. Gosh, it's embarrassing to admit that. What is it with this sense of unrealistic envy? However, at the same token, I suppose that's part of what makes these pages so great-- they're like little slices of a dream. And I just have to learn to slap myself a little each time after perusing. . .