I wrote about collections on Vitamin G this week (rocks, stickers, baseball cards--remember the days?), and it occurred to me that I really don't have anything that I collect as an adult. But if I did, I think it would be light-green ceramic pieces, like this pretty vase from the Trampoline Etsy Shop, above. I have no idea why, but whenever I'm at a garage sale, antique shop or flea market, I'm drawn to pieces like this--in exactly this color. It's like they're calling me. Is this weird? Yes it is. What do you collect? [Photo: Trampoline]

I'm blogging about splurges and happiness (how's that for a combo) tomorrow on Vitamin G, and I feel compelled to tell you that I just spent an ungodly amount of money on a high chair and all of its special add-ons and bells and whistles. Why, you ask? Because I wanted a prettier one. That's all. After two years and two kids, I finally ordered the high chair I've always wanted. Russell, my 5 month old, is going to be eating real food soon (here we go again!), and I decided it was time for a cuter chair at our table. So we traded up. Did I have to spend a small fortune on the thing? No. Should I have saved my money? Yes. Is my husband a little perplexed by this purchase? Uh huh. And a little irritated? Maybe. Would I consider returning it? Not a chance. P.S. It's a white Stokke Tripp Trap high chair. Cute, huh? [Photo: Stokke]

[caption id="attachment_182" align="aligncenter" width="450" caption="Carson, in the white chair that is an odd but comforting addition to our kitchen, with baby Russell watching"][/caption] I let some of my old strong-held beliefs go when I became a mom--like my thinking on toys and kids' stuff. Never would I let children overtake my house, I said to myself. Well, um, now I have a swing in the dining room, an Elmo walker in the living room and a Johnny Jump-Up contraption hanging in my office. So much for that. Another thing happened after I had kids: the need for comfort and for rest--whenever and wherever I could get it. So, after Carson, now 2, came along screaming into this world (he had colic, which seemed to last for a century), we found ourself in dire need of places to sit down all around the house. Enter the upholstered chair in the kitchen. We moved a basic white chair in there years ago, and it kind of stuck. Now Jason, my husband, will sit there holding the baby while I'm making dinner. Or Carson will chill out on the chair while his bro, Russell, plays in his exersaucer and while I run around cooking, cleaning, whatever. So, I've come to the conclusion, recently, that I think I'll always want to have some sort of comfy chair in my kitchen, even if it breaks decor rules. What do you think? P.S. If you look really closely in this photo, you can see the glass of wine I poured myself. At 4:30 today.