Buyers Remorse
I suffer from a severe and debilitating disease called buyers remorse. I also suffer from the sister-disease of order-remorse, but I’ve learned to live with it and it is far less draining to deal with on a daily basis since it really only comes out in restaurants (”I’ll have the Crab Cake Sandwich please.” I really wanted the Tilapia Reuben. Happened just yesterday. Should have ordered the Reuben, don’t know why I didn’t.). Anyway, today I ordered fabric for the Christmas gifts I want to make, and my anxiety is starting to fester, but I’m still a little excited about buying some Amy Butler fabric that I’ve been wanting for sometime now!
Here are my two choices:
On another note, Nathan finally hung the closet door downstairs. That is VERY exciting news! I’ve learned to live with not having closet doors, or really a bedroom closet for that matter, but I have always hated that anytime someone comes over, they see all of our stuff falling out of the closet… currently in the downstairs closet we have coats, a candle (in the case of an outage), gloves and such, a basket with dog toys, a rug we bought on sale and hated the second we brought home, vacuum bags, a tennis racket, tension rods for curtains, an Ikea stool, and loads and loads tools. And now, it can all be hidden with closing the door!