While I’ve written many times here about my Big Daddy, my Diva, and others who fill my love tank, I’ve yet to write about the true object of my affection. To say it’s an “object,” though, might be confusing/inaccurate and, lest I be a stumbling block by telling an untruth, I should confess: it’s really a store.
Interesting since, in my last post, I mentioned the shortage of those here in my current location.
I have never written about this particular store because they don’t have any in my former, city home in Southern California. While they don’t have any in my small town here, either, I can take a 30ish minute drive to Chattanooga and get to one. Praise the Lord!
And I’m not just saying that.
I’m really praising the Lord these days because I’m within driving distance of this, sure-to-be-sacred place.
I’m pretty sure I’m going to give you somewhat of a pictorial tour of my new home later, but for now, here are a few of the glorious things I’ve (read: Big Daddy’s) bought at Kirkland’s in the last few weeks:
Here they are, with my favorite Italiano picture, over the couch.
Here’s another sconce I bought:
Two of these babies, with some Wal-Mart candles and a Wal-Mart chic pseudo-painting do wonders for my entry way.
This, though…this DID come from the magical place:
Here’s something I’ve had time to think about: why do they call a half-bath a half-bath?
I’ve had time to think about it because I haven’t been going to the movies or the mall.
Because there are none.
In the small town.
Anywho, if there are three, major components to a bathroom (tub, sink, toilet), and my half-bath has two of them (sink and toilet), shouldn’t it be a two-thirds bath? What does that make my master bath, which has a tub, sink, toilet and separate shower? A one-and-one-third bath?
Somebody help me, please! I’m so confused…
Don’t forget the lamps from the sacred store:
Go to Kirkland’s: