Wednesday, July 7, 2010
I seem to be fundamentally unable to leave Target without buying something extra--a sweet little top, a new toy to work Evelyn's latest developmental milestone, a freaking RUG. I am absolutely my parents' child, a thrifty New Englander to the core. And yet. A rug? A rug should never be an impulse buy. I blame Target and their dastardly ability to toe the line between price and style. I also blame my daughter and her dastardly ability to be the cutest baby in history. Some blame also goes to our consumerist society, which has slowly but surely convinced all but the very best of us (and them too, a bit) that buying things for our children equals love. Luckily, this leaves very little blame left for me!