I really like Anthropologie, but unfortunately, I cannot afford to shop there without taking a second job or selling one of my vital organs to a fabulously wealthy person. As a result, I have become bitter towards their wares and find great joy in reading Anthroparodie.
Their October 11, 2011 post in particular caught my eye:
Anthroparodie’s take on
Garnish of Precariously Stacked Novels:
“just waiting for you to choose a book from the middle
or accidentally nudge it while turning off your alarm clock
and that’s when it happens
that’s when they all cascade downward
flooding your room with notions and motifs
and giving you a concussion of literary proportions”
I am an enthusiast of all things precariously piled. So much so, in fact, that my wedding vows mentioned my husband’s acceptance of my wobbly, waist-high towers of books in exchange for my choosing to not mock his love of NPR. So much so, in fact, that I will probably meet my end buried under the stack of Star Trek novels and back issues of Electronic Gamers Monthly that I keep housed on my nightstand.
Not a bad way to go, in my humble opinion.