eeny meeny miny moe

 

growing up in a small town too many hours on a northern highway from any decent shopping, had us waiting impatiently for the arrival of each seasonal sears catalog! it arrived in brown paper packaging (wow that is a little weird) and once stripped of it's cover - my sister and i would sit close together in the middle of the couch with the hallowed pages opened on our eager laps. we used to play a game, like eeny meeny miny moe: "which one is your favorite?" on each page a new and different selection of coats, or bedding, or bikes, or cutlery etc... 

the now sadly defunct upcountry made me crazy with eeny meeny miny moe happiness

to this day when i see an article that lays out design elements: rows of couches or antique cabinets or lamps or cribs i cannot help but play that same game (my husband humours me on occasion - but i am not adverse to playing by myself). we have learned a little bit more about each other in this way: taste, style and sometimes what makes us laugh.