These past months have been relentless, but I had found a few escapes from the realities that nip my toes. One was “Breaking Bad” and the other, I recently found after a brunch outing with a friend: it’s called Anthropologie.
Why I even considered stepping into the store is a mystery. I knew the tags on their items doted prices beyond my second-hand-store budget, but I was craving warm things, and the light and the ambiance beckoned me in.
I tried on all things expensive; even the sale items were this way. I figured there was no harm in doing so; because of the prices, I would surely leave empty handed. What I didn’t know then is that their clothes on my skin in the shimmer of the long musky mirrors would stir a lust in me that would send me spinning over daydreams of myself roving through Peruvian landscapes in wool frocks, and of sipping coffee by an ivy covered wall next to a pony in some rockin’ sweater boots.
So you could imagine my delight when I drove by the forbidden store yesterday and saw that they were having a “50% off all sale items sale”. I met up there with a friend later that evening. We had recently bought sale items that needed price adjustments to reflect the new and better sale.
I turned my price adjustment wad into some Christmas presents. Now I don’t feel as guilty that I couldn’t really buy presents for anyone because I spent all my money on myself, at Anthropologie.
Happy Holidays friends and family! I don’t have any presents for you but what do you think of my new sweater?