The Zood is not one for window shopping, but I am. When I'm on my own I am perfectly content to spend an hour drifting through aisles, feeling fabrics or imagining chairs, sofas or desks in my possession and constructing domestic scenarios around them -- right there in the store.
I've even been known to stand in line clutching four or five things and then just as it's my turn at the cash, I abandon what I've been holding because I'm just not in the mood to anymore. I may have been wandering around the store for hours carefully accumulating things, but then, nah I was just only in the mood to look and daydream.
The Zood and I went to the new Crate and Barrel store at the Yorkdale mall on Saturday. And boy did we windowshop, I mean, we really went to town. I don't really know how to put our experience into words: I don't know how to write about lust or yearning when it comes to furniture or linens. I don't know how to write about that ache you get when you plop yourself down in a plush olive green chair with a mahogany frame, or the need to run your palm along every desk, hutch or buffet. I had to open every sideboard and look at the shelves. I had to compare all that beautiful solid wood furniture (that wasn't so outrageously priced) to that compressed wood shit that comes out of Ikea. And while I was sitting or reclining on chairs and sofas, and feeling up the wooden tables I was also daydreaming about which piece I could use to fill up that negative space in my dining room.
And yet I must be smart about money.
I was approached by a sales clerk who took the time to explain how to purchase this immense leather arm chair that could very easily seat two. I stared into her eyes but didn't hear a word she said. (I use this technique a lot. It's called, spacing out) I had one question I was burning to ask her. "When will there be a sale on the floor models?" But I didn't ask her, I probably would have embarrassed the Zood, and maybe she took me for someone who could actually afford to pick up numerous items there at once.
But no, the credit card must be paid off in full before I get any big ticket items.
The Zood and I window spent a while (could it have been more than 30 minutes?) in Crate and Barrel before we popped in to watch W. There was a lot to mull over in that movie. So the next morning I asked him, "have you been thinking about the movie?" He answered, "To tell you the truth, I spent more time thinking about Crate and Barrel and everything in that store.
Oh my god, Daph."
Yip.
My feelings exactly.
Look, I will always be a Goodwill girl, I will always be the one to brag about finding something for 3 dollars, but Crate and Barrel. Oh my god, indeed.
I've even been known to stand in line clutching four or five things and then just as it's my turn at the cash, I abandon what I've been holding because I'm just not in the mood to anymore. I may have been wandering around the store for hours carefully accumulating things, but then, nah I was just only in the mood to look and daydream.
The Zood and I went to the new Crate and Barrel store at the Yorkdale mall on Saturday. And boy did we windowshop, I mean, we really went to town. I don't really know how to put our experience into words: I don't know how to write about lust or yearning when it comes to furniture or linens. I don't know how to write about that ache you get when you plop yourself down in a plush olive green chair with a mahogany frame, or the need to run your palm along every desk, hutch or buffet. I had to open every sideboard and look at the shelves. I had to compare all that beautiful solid wood furniture (that wasn't so outrageously priced) to that compressed wood shit that comes out of Ikea. And while I was sitting or reclining on chairs and sofas, and feeling up the wooden tables I was also daydreaming about which piece I could use to fill up that negative space in my dining room.
And yet I must be smart about money.
I was approached by a sales clerk who took the time to explain how to purchase this immense leather arm chair that could very easily seat two. I stared into her eyes but didn't hear a word she said. (I use this technique a lot. It's called, spacing out) I had one question I was burning to ask her. "When will there be a sale on the floor models?" But I didn't ask her, I probably would have embarrassed the Zood, and maybe she took me for someone who could actually afford to pick up numerous items there at once.
But no, the credit card must be paid off in full before I get any big ticket items.
The Zood and I window spent a while (could it have been more than 30 minutes?) in Crate and Barrel before we popped in to watch W. There was a lot to mull over in that movie. So the next morning I asked him, "have you been thinking about the movie?" He answered, "To tell you the truth, I spent more time thinking about Crate and Barrel and everything in that store.
Oh my god, Daph."
Yip.
My feelings exactly.
Look, I will always be a Goodwill girl, I will always be the one to brag about finding something for 3 dollars, but Crate and Barrel. Oh my god, indeed.
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