Despite my obsession with overpriced kombucha tea-based beverages, I’m pretty even-keeled when it comes to spending money. I budget carefully, track my finances electronically, and generally contemplate things for a long time before actually buying them. But oftentimes, contemplating the purchase of a particular item is far more fun than actually buying it. Some folks call this phenomenon “window shopping.” I prefer “imaginary ownership.”

Here are a few things I imaginarily own at the moment:

{ Cast resin picture frames by John Murphy. One in every color, please! }

{ A weeHouse from Alchemy Architects, situated on the shores of Lake Vermillion in northern Minnesota. Preferably near the wolf sanctuary. }

{ This bathroom. Or this one. Or this one. }

{ A charming roadside diner like the one in Twin Peaks. Minus the mysterious murders, of course. But including the cherry pie and black coffee. }

{ A radical stencil art mural by John Grider of Broken Crow. }

{ A magical blowdryer that completely dries and styles my hair in eight seconds flat. It is also noiseless, and requires no electricity. It might have rhinestones, too. Ha. I say might. I mean does. }

{ A dozen bottles of Monin Lavender Syrup, ten brimming handfuls of sugared violets and a big silver dish of chilled whipped cream. Whoooa. I just drifted off into a very happy place. Almost didn’t come back. That was a close one. }

What’s on your imaginary ownership list, peeps? And don’t say “world peace.” You can’t own world peace, and even if you could — booooring.

(Photo via John Grider’s Flickr Photostream)