Having somehow survived this past semester, I am home again at last. A few minutes ago, while standing in the kitchen, I started singing "A Spoonful of Sugar" from Mary Poppins. (Don't ask me why. I am always singing something.) In true Kate fashion, I was singing it in a British accent. Perhaps in truer Kate fashion, I was singing the verses out of order and just repeating the same few lines over and over again. And then my mom and brother, the only ones home with me right now, started singing along — also in British accents and also out of order. And I thought to myself, I have the best family ever.
The past week has been CRAZY BUSY with wedding stuff. Andrew and I went apartment hunting, got our engagement pictures taken, AND crossed an item off my bucket list: creating a wedding registry at Target. Oh, and NO BIG DEAL—today I also said yes to a dress! But back to the topic at hand.
Pretty much every time we’ve ever gone to Target, I’ve turned to Andrew at least once and said swooningly, “Wouldn’t it be fun to create a wedding registry!?” (To which he was always like, “Yes, Kate.”) But until this past Saturday, I never actually got to do it.
It should be known, of course, that even though I’d never created a registry before, I did have excessive experience in walking through Target, admiring items, envisioning how they'd look in the imaginary future home I might one day share with my imaginary future husband.
This is what Target does so well—because it is run by veritable marketing geniuses (notice I didn’t say PR geniuses): It gives you a glimpse of the life you could have. You could be the type of hostess who has gold bakeware exclusively for the fall season or the type of homemaker who puts her feet up on a crocheted pouf while a robot vacuum cleans her floors. This is all available to you at Target. And on Saturday, it was all available to me.