My fellow magazine Whore-ders will understand my delight at finding this fabulous little rack leaning against a white picket fence at a randomly struck upon yard sale. I literally feel inspired every time I look at this display. Tingles. Seriously. I know, I am very strange.
Sitting in my house filled with so many beautiful things that make life easier, richer, or just prettier; I think it is funny that just a few moments ago I had the unmitigated gall to feel poor because I will not be able to buy those great boots from Anthropologie.