I heart shopping.

It's no surprise to anyone when I say I like to shop. I love everything about it from admiring something pretty through the shop windows, to running my fingers down glorious fabrics of shirts and skirts and leather bound straps of ankle-breaking shoes, to trying on piles of clothes and dancing in front of the changeroom's 3 way mirrors all the way to the final swipe of my plastic card and carrying the item home in a little bag. The feeling that follows a good purchase is that of contentment mixed with excitement.

Though I consider myself a seasoned shopper, this weekend I tried a different kind of 'shopping' that even intimidated me at first. I ran my fingers down surfaces, admired the views from the windows and tried on things for size. After a while, I got the hang of it, and began to ease up and enjoy the experience.

And then the moment hit.

I had found the perfect item......the one item among all the others that stood out wanting me to love it, beckoning me to buy it. Heart beating, head racing, my shopping instinct told me one thing......get it.

One weekend was all it took to make a purchase of a lifetime.

Our first home.

King West Village, here we come.
Sharl and I are now home owners.