Ordered new bowls from Crate and Barrel the other day after deciding that the two plastic ones I’ve long used for cereal and soup and whatnot — purchased four years ago from Target, right after I moved here — must be replaced.
Because I refused to pay for shipping, I ended up going to the store in person to pick them up. And oh gosh, it was a well-lit, well-furnished heaven. It took a ton of self control not to buy everything in sight… Admittedly, this was because whatever I bought, I’d have to carry on to the metro during rush hour.
I spent so much of my youth dreading trips to stores like these. And now I relish in it.
Which is why it’s probably a mini miracle that I *only* walked out with the bowls, cocktail plates and a pastry wheel, right? Right?