I am in my bathrobe procrastinating. Tonight kicks off White House Correspondents Weekend which is known in Washington as “prom.” Neither Rahm Emanuel or Adrian Grenier attended my prom, but pishposh. It is three days of star-*!&$ing and after four years of it, I’m not that geared up for tonight’s festivities. But never mind all that. What really put me in a great mood this afternoon was spending money like I have it on completely absurd things like really long French sparkly matches and wooden parrot pens.
Our graphic designer, Amie, and I snuck out of work around three and headed to Georgetown to buy some must-haves with the paychecks we had just toiled for. It was when deciding if I really needed sailor pyjamas or a tea pot so complex that I would never be able to make tea, that I realized Anthropology could change my life. I could buy all these things for not only my home, but my office!
I hate the inside of my office. It looks like a cross between a five-year-old’s bedroom and a fallout shelter. My interns have helped me decorate it with pictures of scantily clad men, but that doesn’t change the fact that our supply closet was painted lavender in 1975. But no more! Just because the rest of the office looks like a bomb shelter, does not mean my desk area has to. So I bought everything from antique badminton rackets to travel-inspired ashtrays and a few necessities like carved wooden bird pens. My desk will be a sanctuary in the middle of a mess. I can’t wait!