So I went to a vintage store and I didn't buy anything. Just let that settle in for a minute. Nothing. (Shhhh, don't tell Cole, he'll think that he's actually getting through to me.) The fact that I didn't buy something has never, and probably will never, happen again. Don't get me wrong, I would have bought everything in site if I could, but I'm kinda feeling bad for our little love bungalow. It's literally bursting at the seems with stuff, and I don't think it can take anymore. Dang we need a bigger place. Is it sad that the only reason I want a bigger place is so I can buy more furniture? Seriously, that is the one and only reason.
This is what I would have bought if I could have.