There are few things that can bring me such solace the way Target can.

I can’t tell you what it is about The J that does it to me, it just does. Yesterday, The BF’s eyes widened in shock as he asked, slightly dumfounded, did you just say that Target inspires you?

Yes, I did. Take note, The J brings the inspiration. Always.

We spent an hour and a half there last night — I found a super cute pair of red shoes that I insta-adored, but lo and behold ladies : beware of any strap wrapping around your ankle.

They did not pass The House Test — which is never a good sign. I know better than to continue on in the face of house sandal chaffing.

So I was back at The J tonight to return. It was sad, really, returning a pair of such cute shoes. But I will not sacrifice extreme discomfort with my feet — I’ve already done enough crippling stiletto damage. Of course, I will never not continue to wear sexy sandals and the like, I just attempt to try to find ones that are somewhat comfortable.

Sometimes People are surprised to find out that I shop at Target. I don’t know why, with my extreme love of a good deal mixed with style. I never rule out anywhere when it comes to shopping and I do not believe that you have to pay more to look good. Like everything I own, my clothes run a wide range of mixing thrift store with designer with Target. It’s the best balance.

There’s also something about The J that sucks me in. At some point, I find myself wandering aimlessly around. Looking at things like bright red lipstick colors I’d never have the nerve to wear and sewing machines and mixing bowls. When I am in no position to be looking at such things.

I couldn’t even tell you the first thing that makes a good mixing bowl a mixing bowl. These are the things that I have The BF around to decide for me. As for sewing machines … let’s just leave that one alone. I’m still trying to recover from my traumatic years of middle school home ec.

I also somehow end up in the Young Adult and Children’s Classics book sections. Every single time. That’s right, I’m not looking at classic adult literature or the latest best sellers … I’m standing there flipping through A Wrinkle In Time. Wondering if I’m about to be tesseracted to another dimension. Doesn’t that sound so damn fun?

I think the best thing about The J is that it provides a necessary distraction. Distractions are good. They get our mind off fixation. So then we can think about neon colors and patio furniture. Or curtains.

I finally remembered to buy some for our bedroom. Except, Nate Berkus, you didn’t tell me that I needed to buy four! When the packaging says two panels — how am I supposed to know they mean that as in covering two windows?!

Clearly these are predominantly self explanatory things, but, these are the things that aren’t self explanatory to me and that still don’t make sense in their wording.

Looks like it will be J Round 3 tomorrow. I have no idea how those of you real Betty’s do it. You know what to make for dinner {and it even tastes good}, you enjoy having people over {no, really, without the faking pretending it} and you understand how many curtains need to be purchased to cover your windows.

You domesticated goddesses  — and My J — shall be my home inspiration.