I'm a cronic lister. You might have/have not known that about me.
Usually, this sticks to the random memo pads and spiral bound notebooks on my desk, but I've found a new addiction: TargetLists.
I'm going to peg it on my friend Claire and her bridal registry (though it's really a lame excuse). She's getting married in a couple of months, so I was looking on her registry just to get an idea of a gift (though I've already come up with a BETTER, awesome gift). As I was scrolling, I had a moment of genius. I could have a list too.
Probably a bad idea, because I have become obsessed. Let's be honest, it's hard not to love Target.
I created a list for all of the "wants" for our little home next year. (WANT, not need, being the operative word)
I already had a rough list of things I wanted, keeping in mind my budget/savings from my job. However, it's so much more fun when the items come with prices, pictures, and, not to mention, REVIEWS. I have been pouring over reviews on down comforters (too crunchy and noisy, too hot), espresso machines (does a good cappuccino, pleasantly surprised), and lamps (really good deal).
Wanna see my list (it changes daily, HOURLY [ha])? Click here. Click "Find a List," then enter my name. The list is titled "House."
Enjoy my neurosis while it's hot!