I should write something poignant and/or profound right now given my life circumstances… but I’m not in the mood.
Smarter individuals have said denial is an essential element of sanity after all. (No one actually said this as far as I know. It is more likely the bald-faced lie I tell myself so I can cope with reality.)
If you’re new to the blog, these “circumstances” include some hardcore adult things like caring for my divorced, aging, and somewhat ailing parents, but tonight I don’t want to dwell on unpleasant things.
Sure, catastrophe is lingering somewhere in the periphery of my life like a pesky motorcyclist who insists on occupying the blindspot of my SUV on the freeway, but tonight I choose to ignore all of that.
Tonight I choose denial.
As part of my manifest rejection of reality I give you this:
Yes, really… a toy basket for my dogs. I paid somewhere around $52 for it.
I actually agonized at length over its purchase — not the price, mind you, but the aesthetics of it in context with the room it occupies.
I considered many other storage options. I even wandered the aisles of endless Home Goods and Marshall’s locations across the greater Los Angeles area.
After all of that fruitless searching, I narrowed it down to a couple of options from Fawn and Forest.
This was a front-runner until the last minute:
I purchased that particular basket for my friend Nicole’s sweet baby Treva, but I decided the pom-poms were too similar to the tassels on my curtains to really work with the room.
I realize the leaves in my rug mirror the leaf on the Fawn and Forest basket I ultimately bought, but somehow it feels slightly subtler.
Either way, I’m happy with the purchase for my pups’ toy bounty.
Perhaps I’ll buy the pom-pom basket for my bedroom….
I have my own
toys books to store after all.
(Books, like my dogs, are everything.)