Dream Home

Whenever I walk into Anthropologie, I feel like I've died and entered my dream home. I love their kitchen ware. I have some mugs and plates and things, but I would love to go all out and have everything.
The colors are so bright and beautiful.
Their bedding is also gorgeous and homey. Maybe one day when I am rich and famous I can have an Anthropologie styled home...or I could try to copy it on a budget. We shall see, until then, I can dream.
Actually, I had a very profound experience in an Anthropologie in the summer of 2005. I was with two friends and we popped into the Anth. at Perimeter Mall in Atlanta. I wandered away from where they were looking and went to the housewares section and lost myself in the bright red, green, yellow, and blue coffee mugs. At that exact moment of self absorpotion I had this little vision/day dream of the man I would marry and be with. Here was the seen. I was in our small apartment kitchen, which had a window that overlooked the outside staircase and "he" was coming up the stairs coming home from work. He was taller than me, not 100% America, he had olive skin, dark eyes, and dark long hair. He was a musician and was coming home to our modest but wonderful life.
I forgot about this little vision/day dream for quite some time until I started dating my Kevin, who just happens to be 1/2 Cuban, have olive skin, dark hair, and brown eyes. Sometimes just thinking about it gives me the chills since it was about 7 months before Kevin and I went on our first date. After that date I called my mom and told her that I had been on a date and there was something different. I felt like there was truly something there. I am the luckiest girl in the world.