In which the author covets walls.

Ok. So I think I’ve said that Eric and I are casually looking to buy an apartment. I say casually because we’re not entirely unhappy with our apartment…where we pay a fairly low rent for a fairly large kitchen and a terrific neighborhood that we simply couldn’t afford if we were to buy.

That said, I go through my moments of wishing that I could sit on the couch, look around the apartment and cackle “MINE!” at the top of my lungs. But mostly, I refrain from doing this. And then I see things like these super amazing wall decals from Dali Decals at Etsy, and I WANT them. I want these swirling poppies… and i want this fancy chandelier… and i want this tree, complete with bird (i also want to be able to keep an orchid like that alive for longer than 6 days)… and, i’ll confess (although this will scare the pants right off the Eric), this makes me kind of want to decorate a kid’s room. Although I totally understand that is not the same as wanting to have a kid inside the kid’s room.

But man do they all make me want walls to call my very own.