Home Goods

Ever since I was a little girl I have loved decorating. Lots of girls played house, but my favorite make-believe scenarios were dorm, interior design firm, and figure skating agent (that last one was specific to the ’94 Olympics, but that’s a story for another time). When my mother would go to Home Depot or Benjamin Moore I would tag along and sneak as many paint samples into my bag as possible.

When I finally got a place of my own I was all too excited to decorate. My first big purchase was my couch which I love more than most of my shoes (and you know how much I love my shoes). Home decorating can get expensive, but there are plenty of bargains to be had if you know where to look. Enter my obsession with Home Goods. If you have never been to a Home Goods, it’s like Marshalls or T.J. Maxx for, well, home goods (fun fact: TJX Companies is the parents company for all three of these retailers). They have items for every room of your house and they range from the essential to the ridiculous, the latter being the reason I’m writing this post.

Sometimes when I’m getting lost in the aisles at Home Goods I find a truly bizarre item that makes me think, “who the heck needs/has room for that?” They’re often good for a laugh and so I decided to share them with you, dear reader. Feel free to tell me all about the crazy items you’ve seen in a Home Goods near you in the comments.

This horse had to be 10′ tall – down, girl!

The little engine that could… could cost you $2G.

But at least your kids can play inside, right? #totallysafe

This made me think of the totally awesome 80’s sitcom “My Two Dads.”

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