Is My Homegoods Better Than Your Homegoods?

Hello, dear friends.  How is your week going?  Things around here are pretty wonderful because the weather has been nothing less than spectacular.  It was 80 degrees yesterday, and I spied daffodils aplenty in full bloom on my stroll 7-mile run.

A couple of weeks ago, when the skies were gray for the sixth day in a row, Chili suggested that I get out of the house and take a ride to Homegoods.  She knows the effect that Homegoods has on her Mama's mood.  She volunteered to ride shotgun.  Chowdah stayed at home, as always, because he's a homebody and Director of Security.

I live between two Homegoods, one in Norwell and the other in Plymouth.  Between you and me, my preference is for the one in Norwell because they get better stuff and the staff seems a bit more accommodating.  But there is one big drawback.  The parking lot stinks.  It is nearly impossible to get a parking space.

I've written countless emails to the corporate office asking them for my own designated parking space, but I have yet to hear back.

I don't care what the Mister says... I love this swing.

Great price for a cute sofa.

Good price.

I have a weakness for handpainted ceramics.

The Mister always says that I can open my own Homegoods with all my treasures.

My guy's a real comedian.

Need some last minute Easter accessories?

I stock up on white pitchers to use as hostess gifts.  

It's a great way to present fresh flowers. 

Homegoods has really stepped up its game when it comes to children's accessories.

Sweet.

They had a great set of outdoor furniture on the floor.  

I could have used this chest in Texas for pool towels.

This bowl was made for Chili.  Her one job in life is to follow me around all day long and inspect my actions. 

If Chowdah could have fit into this cute house, I would have gotten him one because he spends most of his life in the doghouse.

I think that the Mister needs this for his office.

This post was not sponsored by Homegoods.

My shopping expedition was underwritten by the Mister.

Until next time...