crack and barrel

the new 'crack and barrel' catalog came in the mail today.

i'm in love.

there is just something so warm and fuzzy about that place; i want to set-up shop there and live happily ever among their autumnal selection of table linens and pumpkin soup tureens. i just know i'd get a good night's rest if i laid my head down upon their bright, modern comforter and sheet sets. it makes me want to wrap myself in their velvety fabrics and my rooms in their rich color choices. my desire for wreaths, berries and vines are awakened when i flip through their catalog.

the crack is addictive.

somehow i got added to their distribution list, probably when i bought a candle at the store in kop 3 years ago. now each season, i know (hands wiggling excitedly) it's coming. each time the catalog is in my mailbox, it's like a little gift from the mailbox fairies. a new catalog to drool over, and by the time the drool dries *poof* a new season is already upon us.

it should be no surprise that this one appeared. the furniture catalog arrived last month. oh, the orgy that catalog inspired! all of my latent-martha-stewart-tendencies spring to life and i just want to design, decorate and masturbate to its hardwood furniture selection. forget the ol' furniture that's in my house, there's a new man in town and i'm a decorating slut.

my train buddies and i poured over that rag for like a week straight, dreaming of our new lives with perfect houses filled with perfect furniture. we were having way too much fun with the fantasy to bother adding perfect men.

that's just stretching the truth a wee bit too far.