Dear Craigslist,

I WISH YOU DIDN'T EXIST.

Ok, I'm sorry. I don't mean that. I just mean, that when I look at your site I just want to bring home so many pieces of furniture to fix up and place in my home. And I know that right at this moment I don't have the room, and way too many projects backed up, and not enough time. But seriously.

I need you, corner armoire. I need you for my laundry room. I need to paint you white and add pretty wallpaper to the inside so I can store blankets, sheets and towels. And maybe my laundry detergent.

And I really, really want you little tables. I have big dreams for you.

Oh antique record player that works, how I can just imagine you painted a bright shade of green. You'd be so cute in the office that will exist... one day.

Hello little reading chairs. I think you'd look nice recovered, one placed in the bedroom and the other in the office. But husband said no.

What a pretty  mirror. It would look perfect above my bed.

Oh little headboard, you almost have me conviced I don't need to build a wood one.

And sadly, the buffet that I loved so much I can no longer find. The last email I got said it was still available but I promised husband I'd find another one later when I got to the dining room. But look at all this stuff! I could find so much to do with it.

I'm sorry Craigslist, I really do love you.