I’m an Addict

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You see, my kitchen window has no view.  Well, actually the view is of the neighbor’s kitchen window, and is at a downward angle so when someone’s there, you don’t see their head, and they don’t necessarily see me. (I try not to look, really. I mostly hope her boyfriend doesn’t appear at the kitchen sink in his skivvies because those are frills I do not want to see.) In any case, mostly my view is into her sink.

So you see, I really must have something nice to look at while I’m standing at my own sink. Thus my addiction (and no, it isn’t peeping into my neighbor’s window):

I’m addicted to the natural Frills of fresh flowers. They are PRETTY.  They make me HAPPY. 

Fortunately, in California, fresh flowers are pretty cheap.  At first, I didn’t know if I could justify the cost of always having fresh flowers in the window (roughly $6-$7 a week).  But then I thought: wait, I’m probably the only twenty-something in this town who doesn’t spend that much every day at Blue Bottle Coffee. 

I’d much rather peep at fresh blooms than into someone’s kitchen sink. Plus, I’m of the opinion that it’s the little frills that go the farthest.

February 22, 2011 12:25 PM | Comments | Categories: For the Home | Tags:

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Fran likes knitting, cooking, reading design blogs, curating her home, and wearing chunky jewelry.

Aurelia likes baking, fashion, hosting lovely dinner parties, and laughing at clever and witty things.

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