It’s quite ironic really, because I’m just not that fond of the kitchen.
Perhaps that’s why I enjoy pretty-ing the place up.
If I can’t love cooking, at least I can love the room I cook in.
When I was in Georgia, these dishes and bowls screamed my name from across the store.
I danced through aisles yelling “I’m coming my loves. I’m coming.”
Not really, but they did whisper sweet temptations in my ear.
I just had to bring them home.
They’re a nice addition, don’t you think?
So tell me, What’s your weakness?
What calls to you from across the aisles of your favorite store?