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Call me crazy, but every
single time I walk into
Anthropologie, I immediately head to their home section and make a mental list of my imaginary registry. I don't know what is more embarrassing, the fact that I am not engaged or that Anthropologie doesn't have a registry. However, I cannot stop, I find it completely necessary every time I step foot into the store. It takes me to another world, one I am unfamiliar with, but one day hope to have. At the ripe age of 23 (almost 24) I still find myself playing house!
Lucy, do you know they don't have a registry because you've asked? Now that would be embarrassing. :)
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