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Anthropologie’s November catalogue was the final straw. I want to move into their store where I will promptly begin living in a magical land of snow filled mansions, mystical mornings, and enchanting afternoons.
You just know that no one who lived in Anthropologie land would ever be like “Oh I had a turkey sandwich for lunch and now I’m taking my car to get the oil changed.” Those things just don’t happen there.