Stuff. Stuff. Stuff.

Last year I had a home-decor-blog-reading stint. We were getting set up to move into our new apartment and I was shopping for ideas, so when I had a few minutes of down time, I would browse my favorite design blogs to see who around the world was shuffling the things in their house in the most attractive way.

But it didn't take me very long to notice something frightening: suddenly, I had wretched cravings for a bunch of really pretty, but completely non-essential stuff.

Stuff.

Stuff.

Stuff.

Stuff.

Stuff.

Luckily for me, and my husband, and my pocket book, I shop by putting pretty things in my basket, rounding the store, and putting them back on the shelf. I really only need to hold onto things for three minutes before I'm satisfied.

A friend recently wrote on facebook that she read somewhere that people who spend their money on experiences and memories are happier than people who spend their money on stuff. I think we plan on having enough money someday to do both, but right now we have too little money to do either, so we find our happiness in...


...laughing at our baby's silly faces, and enjoying our thrift store treasures.