My Darling Clementine (Tangerine)

"Hey, remember that month when I only ate boxes of tangerines-so cheap and juicy!"

-Regina Spektor

Another Morning of Musing

I am drinking coffee and staring at the beatifully photographed Anthropologie catalogue. Why are beautiful things so expensive? And why does it seem better to own a few well made beautiful things (clothes, dishes, what have you) than to fill our lives with what may be nice, but is not the best? Is it snobbery? Maybe if we get carried away, but the principle doesn't seem inherently snobbish. I'm not sure...any ideas?