An Anthropologie Treasure Hunt. (Or Why Imagination Matters)
It was a Tuesday at 3pm. And much like every Tuesday at 3pm, I had dreams. Dreams of sitting at my table with a coffee and the newest anthropologie catalogue, gazing at a laced funnel neck bell-sleeved pullover. (Too many descriptors, anthro. Whatever. I still want it.) OH! Or this! This tutu is perfect for say, leaning against the crumbling …