When I covet things

While recovering my equilibrium after traumatic events,* I tend to find it helpful to covet things. I mean objects, beautiful consumery gadgety objects. I fantasize about the ways in which they’ll make my life easier, funner, let me do new things… Not that I need said new objects. But that’s really not the point of covetousness, is it? So:

• Naturally, I covet an iPad. Very, very much. Even though I think it’s missig two, from my point of view fairly important items: a little webcam and Flash functionality;
• I want an Epiphanie camera bag. This one perhaps (what a gorgeous red) – or this one (so very practical – actually: my favorite, it reminds me of the bags my mom always used to have when I was little, with magic stuff in them that her children loved to pull out and play with, and doesn’t that just sound like the perfect description of a mother’s camera bag?).

*I’ve mentioned my sister’s son. Who, by the way, is responding REALLY WELL to treatment, which fills all of us with hope. (Also: the healthcare reform bill passed (twice). In spite of all the people who make no sense (via, and via). It’s nowhere near what it needs to be. But at least it is, now, finally. Cause for hope, I think.)