Addicted to PBK

Yesterday I had the overwhelming urge to buy an old seaside cottage, paint all the woodwork white and the walls trendy colors, and purchase entire themed bedroom sets for each of my children.

You guessed it: Pottery Barn Kids catalog.

I don't know why, but that thing is just so darn appealing! I could look at it all day long.

And it turns out that, like so many things, an attraction to Pottery Barn is genetic. Every morning after breakfast I drink tea and my daughter climbs into my lap with a book. This morning she wanted to read Pottery Barn Kids.

Of course, I was more than happy to oblige.