i'm nesting...

i have decided i am officially old. at a family tea in honor of my Aunt Joy's 75th birthday on saturday afternoon, my mom presented her immediate need for my Christmas list. as i contemplated my greatest wishes and desires in hopes of formulating some semblance of order therein, the conclusion was not difficult - i am no longer hoping for barbie dolls or mini-backpacks, but rather for appropriate work attire, new earings, and a vast assortment of homey items. i want to decorate the area above the mantle at my house perhaps with a large mirror - or some fun frames from crate and barrell. i want my own set of dishes (although i couldn't explain exactly what i want them to look like...). i want a Southern Living at Home "Dress Me Up Plate" - you know, the really cute one that you can thread a ribbon through and make match any party you are throwing - and of course, using a dry erase marker you can write fun messages on it!! SO FUN! (they're discontinued now - so i better let this dream die pretty soon unless e-bay can rescue me!). i want a dustbuster because i have dark blue carpet and every little bit of lint shows on it and i just can't stand it looking so dirty even when its virtually clean. i kinda want a new wallet because the one i have currently is about to fall apart - the seams are ripping - but i really really like my current wallet - so unless the new one is really really good, i'm not sure i can part with the old one. i want all kinds of stuff for the kitchen - but only in the color red - then i can tell they are mine and not my roommates. i do want a lot of things - but as i look through the list, an obvious fact surfaces - i'm not a little girl anymore. As Meredith Grey would say, "I'm an adult - when did it happen, and how do i make it stop?"