And This Baby Makes Five
I'm sure you've seen this. The clothbound Penguin classics graced many a blog this past year. I, like many of you, swooned upon first sight, and imagined running my fingers over the cover, displaying it proudly, coordinating it with my decor. But I resisted. I resisted because I already have four copies of Pride and Prejudice. Two from college, one in an anthology, and an annotated version I couldn't pass up a few months ago. The last thing I need is another copy. So I enjoyed the blog eye candy, but refrained from buying. And then there was the trip to Anthropologie yesterday. I saw it immediately. Tucked between white candles and sparkly holiday ornaments. I willed myself not to touch it, to turn and run. But I couldn't help it. I felt my eyes go all swirly like some hypnotized cartoon character. I walked over in my zombie state, picked it up, and tucked it under my arm. It felt good. Real good, and I bought it. Welcome home version five.