Kim posted this on her blog and I thought it was interesting to see what is on someone else's dream list. When it comes down to it, I'll buy stuff for Renee long before any of these ever become a reality. Like for instance, one or both of the $250 carseats I'm going to have to buy in the next couple of months. I don't even know why I even take the time to think about this stuff but it's fun to dream. Or perhaps there is some rich celebrity out there reading my blog, feeling festive and wanting to spread Christmas cheer. Or maybe Santa is real.
Shootsac: Totally frivolous and totally unnecessary but so freaking cute. Thanks a lot, Tara.
Lens: Hell will freeze over before Ski will even entertain this as an idea but oh how I do want it. This is also Tara's fault. You are no longer allowed to bring your camera equipment to my house or to talk about gear with me. You have TOO much more disposable income than I do. It's just not fair. I just stomped my foot like Charlie does when he doesn't get his way. Poor me.
Snowshoes: Winter gets oh-so-long here in northern Minnesota and I start to go stir-crazy. And I haven't totally talked Ski into moving to California. Yet.
New House: A house sort of like this on a bigger and much more private lot. With lots of room for oversized kid's toys. And a view of Lake Superior would be nice. Or in the case of the move to California, a view of the Pacific. Sign. me. up.
Dutch oven: I've wanted one of these for my Sunday soup making for a long time but just can't pull the trigger.
Sporty Coat or Dressy Coat: I can't decide which. The Project Runway lover in me wants the J Crew one but the practical, snow-shoveling, broomball playing girl in me wants the Wintergreen. How about we just say I want both?
New Wardrobe: I have about 3 shirts that fit me. And 3 pairs of jeans. I have a meeting with the client tomorrow and NOTHING to wear. I don't even have a single pair of dress pants. Or a skirt. What a slob. The problem is that I don't even think to buy clothes for myself anymore. I go straight for the baby section. Every. single. time.
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