Not long ago, I posted a list of stuff I wish I owned, but don’t (and probably won’t). Since that last post, I’ve added quite a few items to my imaginary ownership list. Quite a few items indeed.

Por ejemplo:

{ Hand-painted sequin pumps. Ms. Doe Deere might be the only person in the northern hemisphere (over the age of five) who loves unicorns, rainbows and sparkles as much as I do. Her DIY sparkle-pumps are a triumph. A triumph, I say! }

{ A full set of Pantone mugs from Whitbread Wilkinson. And Pantone luggage tags and coin purses and demitasse espresso cups and passport holders and and and !!! Everything Pantone. Ever. Made. }

{ An unlimited supply of raw cacao powder. Not cocoa powder. And definitely not hot chocolate. I’m talking about finely ground, unadulterated cacao nibs. Dark. Intense. Seductive. Just like me. Guffaw! }

{ A magical shower that thoroughly exfoliates, lathers and rinses every crevice of your body while you stand there with your arms held in the air, unmoved and unbothered. Because some mornings, applying soap to a sponge is asking too much, you know? }

{ The entire collected works of Oscar Wilde, read aloud by Oscar himself. To me. Privately. In a Victorian opium den. }

{ Six more VW Beetle convertibles (in an array of colors) so that I could coordinate my vehicle with my daily outfit. HA! I don’t actually want this — not really – but I do think it would be hilarious. And not entirely out of character. }

{ This costume. Do I really need to explain? }

{ A membership to a David Barton Gym in New York City. The interior of the Astor Place branch looks like a triple-cross between a haunted house, a space-age spa and a gay bordello (see above). They don’t even post membership rates on their website, which leads me to believe that it’s proooobably out of my reach. Oh, and the fact that it’s in a different city. But whatev. }

(Photo via David Barton Gym)