So I found this chair at Pier 1 and I start drooling. Then I realize something; I have no place in our house to put this chair. And then, it hits me. Like a ton of bricks.
We should move.
Then I realize, that's a little extreme for one chair. So I'll buy two.
This is when I realize I should stop reading the Shopaholic series because I'm taking after the main character a little too much...
All of this happens within five seconds in my brain.
I walk away from the chair, out of the store, got into my car and drove home. When I walked into the house, it hits me. I LOVE our home. I will never move just for a super sweet chair. (But for two super sweet chairs...)