I'm entering the confessional. I have to admit that I have an obsession with catalogs. But that's not all. I'm
occasionally often even more intrigued by an item because of it's placement, who's wearing it, or what she's doing, than I am by the piece itself. I somehow imagine myself wearing the sweater and poring over books, looking smart as I lean against a gorgeous white wall, or bundling up in that gorgeous scarf to fend off the chill of the recently fallen snow. And then I buy. I'm such a sucker.
Am I alone in this?