A sad thing happened yesterday.
I was grocery shopping and strayed down the magazine aisle. The bridal magazine section has this strange, magnetic pull on me. I can't help it---pretty, shiny pages! I want, I want, I want!
I love Martha Stewart Weddings. I've gotten a lot of inspiration from Martha, but she's dangerous. Martha makes you believe that you too can be crafty like her and have the same gorgeous results. I bet that even Martha's 3rd grade macaroni art was stellar.
So, I walk past the rack and say, "Oooh! A new Martha Stewart Wedding issue," and put it in the basket. I get home and start reading. Thing is, as I'm going along, this all looks very familiar to me....maybe I saw it online?
Then I have a horrible thought--I am almost certain that I already own this issue. I look in my bridal magazine tote (yes, I do need an entire tote for the magazines, which lately have also begun taking over our magazine/crap basket on the side of the couch).
Oh. My. God. I do already own this magazine. I have so many bridal magazines that I can't remember when I have already bought one.
Well done, Martha. Well done...