I'm going through an unabashedly feminine phase, one involving painting every thing pale mint or ballerina pink or white, and wanting to live in a lush, layered chandelier-ed apartment with french armoirs and rococo beds with bundles of roses on every surface.
I've read the Rachel Ashwell Books. I spend more time at the thrift store than I do at the grocery store. I want lace or floral curtains and pink bedsheets and frilly dresses. I'm starting to think I'm an old lady, you guys.