One stop on the walk
I walk past the newsstand.
I bite my lower lip.
The latest issue of Elle was fun enough. For a day. With my sister.
I am no longer rarely interested in weekday newspapers -this statement deserves an independent post... due someday.
I am now openly looking at the display of mags, DVD collections and sweeties.
I'm not into gossip publications, i have TV and friends for that.
I don't want more fashion mags this month.
But i'm biting my lower lip.
I'm looking at the decoration magazines. The architecture magazines. The house and frikin' garden magazines.
I have an urge.
I want to flick through the glossy pages to find the perfect carpet, a good sofa, two or three materials for a new upholstery.
I want to browse the catalogues in search of the best furniture and ideas for our dream home.
But there's no point in doing that if there is no dream home. Yet.
I shrug and keep walking.