Pillow TalkPosted: June 4, 2012
I’ve heard the first step in overcoming an addiction is to admit you have a problem. I have issues with impulse buying throw pillows. (Before you judge me too hard, I will let it be known these are often Ross, TJ Max and Marshall’s pillows we are talking about. I’m not shelling out my entire pay check for the Anthropologie variety. Though, perhaps if I was, that would help me kick the habit.)
This is not a joke. I’m hanging at Target or World Market or Ikea, I see a cute throw pillow, I have to have it. It doesn’t matter if I have only $12 in the bank or if the potential pillow even remotely matches anything in the house. I sees it. I wants it. I buys it. Can you really blame me? Look at how cool bouquets of throw pillows look.
Maybe if I was actually using the throw pillows on surfaces throughout the house this wouldn’t be an issue. Don’t get me wrong, I do have a very healthy amount positioned on the bed, on a bench, on a chair and on the couch, but I also have my secret shame closet of throw pillows I keep around just in case I want to do a seasonal switch-up. We’re talking a pretty big closet, too. It drives Heath bonkers. Of course, he’s the sweetest husband alive, so he never begrudges me my pillow purchase, but I know it’s one of my weird habits that has him a little puzzled…like how I feel about him devouring spoonfuls of peanut butter right before bed. It’s my weird thing that I can’t really shake or explain.
Internet, I have a pillow problem. I am working to change it. As I struggle through this addiction and work toward recovery, please be so kind as to hide any throw pillows that may be in proximity and refrain from speaking about them too much in my presence.
Thank goodness Heath promised for better or for worse.