Neiman Marcus and I.

We are quite in sync, it seems.

First, I dined at  Neiman Marcus right before my water broke with my daughter.

Then, today, Mommom and I took a trip to Neiman’s.

She needed new throw pillows for her back-room redo, as she had just given me hers.

And so I convinced her to buy this one, in it’s fine feathered glory.

It will go on a black couch with a thin white stripe detail, and she just had the room carpeted in leopard print. More on this room to come.

And then, I noticed that their new, main, most prominent display looks like this:

which looks awful looks a lot like this:

my happy little sill.

I guess we are just meant to be.

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