The last few days I've been like a small child running to the mailbox. (Ok, when I say running, I mean walking out to my car, turning on the air conditioning full blast, and driving. It is so freaking hot here.) You see, I'm expecting a pillow. The last two days I was sure it would be here. Nope. You know what I got today instead? A letter from one of Jeremy's student loan lenders reminding us that we STILL have about a bajillion dollars of medical school debt. Yeah, last time I checked that was the complete opposite of a Pottery Barn pillow. Boo. In the meantime, here is what I'm loving from Pottery Barn's fall collection. Whatever.