liberty of london

so remember when the liberty of london collection came out at target and everyone was FUHREAKIN' out? well, i'm a dummy and i thought i was just some weird design house place. i didn't realize it's a massive friggin' store that's actually in london. so when i read about it the other day, i smacked myself on the forehead ala homer simpson and decided to check it out. went there today and oh. dear. god. it is BEAUTIFUL. beautiful in the kind of way that makes you want to reverently touch things in hope that their beauty rubs off on you.

i was so enamored of everything in there. they have these beautiful journals and day planners and as i was lusting over them, i figured it couldn't hurt to check the price. who knows- it could be within my range (please note, that i often find target expensive so i was pretty much setting myself up for disappointment) and maybe i'd treat myself.

wrong-o.

i literally made gasping noises several times while in the story. their prices are ridiculous. the smallest notebook that looks like it was made for an infant? £32. (that's around $50 for the folks back home.) like, what? seriously? for a notebook that would seem small even by elf standards? does this notebook have some kind of cancer curing property? was it handmade by god himself?

at what point in your life is it okay for you to spend that kind of money on a notebook? how do people get that absurdly rich? it's so frivolous, it makes my head spin.

i continued to make my way around the store, letting out snorts and bugging my eyes out as i glanced at the tiny white sticker on the back of the wares. beautiful beautiful place for sure but also the most ludicrous. (also note, when i first typed out 'ludicrous', i spelled it like the rapper's name. cool.) i must marry a millionaire so i can burn my money on aesthetically pleasing objects.