Helloooo goreous bedding! (and I dig the bag, too)

The July Anthropologie catalog arrived today. Normally I'd be all abuzz, but nothing really grabbed me. Actually, their home furnishings (and the staging of their exquisite bedding ensembles) were what really grabbed me. Get a load of this:

(You can't see me, but I'm pumping my fist and yelling "fuck yeah!" right now.)

Oh? But you like bright colors?

And for those who really love positioning their bed in front of a bookcase, thus rendering all their books inaccessible, but it's ok because it's an Anthro catalogue and not real life:

Sigh. All it needs is a conked-out marmalade cat or something, ya know?

Then there's possibly the most blissed-out space I've ever seen:

Ahhhhh.

True to Anthropologie form, the catalog also features some beds outside: in fields and in front of building facades and such. Here's one:

And here's the problem with such stagings. Whenever I see something like the above, I think of a tears- and expletive-filled breakup wherein a guy (or girl) throws their beloved out of their shared urban apartment - complete with clothes thrown out the window and such. But...then...he (or she) hauls the bed downstairs and remakes it in front of their building? It doesn't make sense. Honestly, I cannot fathom why a fully made bed would ever be in front of a building. Except that, you know, it's a catalog.

Anyway. I apparently cannot handle a bit of whimsy but I'm all over this blue bag:

Sigh. It's so perfect. I might cave in.