I didn’t know that Anthropologie was designed for old rich ladies.
Well…I suppose I am old…ish
I prefer to think of myself as more middle age…ish.
I thought 48 was the new 28.
And most certainly I am not rich. Fingers crossed though…we have just recently bought a Lotto 649 and I’m feeling lucky!
You know how I feel about Anthropologie. They had me at, “hello, welcome to our cozy creative art den that doubles as a retail clothing store”.
Half the time I don’t even need to go in there to spend any money. I go just to soak up the creative vibes. Well…that is what I keep telling myself anyhow. My husband begs to differ.
And no I don’t classify my style as “Hippie Grandma Goes To The Country Club”. Eclectic, yes. Eccentric…some might say…but one thing I hope I am most certainly not …is boring. At least I like to think so. Let me hold onto my delusions.
And yeah I’ll admit I belong to the cult of Anthro. I want to be that woman standing in a field in Costa Rica surrounded by majestic mountains and wild chickens next to a dreamy white stallion and a smiling old man with no teeth while wearing the perfect silk maxi dress, cognac leather boots and felt floppy hat. That needs to be me! I’ll be so carefree and happy. Me and that old dude will talk about who chews his food for him and then maybe we’ll play some checkers.
good times my friends.
I’m an Anthro-aholic. I hope there is a self help group somewhere out there for me.
The first step to healing is admitting I have a problem… right?
I’m halfway cured!
More proof of my problem, yet another one of the many items I scooped up at the recent Anthro super sale.
I’m seriously considering wearing this sweater coat as my housecoat. Just because I’m sure that is what the gal in the field in Costa Rica would do.
This is my new Hippie Grandma look.
Want to see what a Hippie Grandma wears under her
sweater coat housecoat?
I’ll give you a peek. Just a peek though.
To be continued…