Anthropologie: My Personal Fantasy Island

On the days when I’m feeling really down in the dumps, stuck 30 plus miles from home, in a city that I’m familiar with but not entirely comfortable with, my only salvation lies in the house of peace otherwise known as Anthropologie.

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I love it in here. The sounds, the smells, the aesthetically pleasing and horribly expensive furniture, clothing and accessories. It’s like Fantasy Land with style.

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My journey around the entire store takes up an hour, as I “coo” and “aww” to myself when I see the most delicately made cardigan or a book that I would never think to buy at say, Barnes & Noble, but can’t resist at Anthropologie.

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Don’t even get me started on the kitchen section. It’s like heaven. Giraffe and matryoshka shaped measuring cups?! You have got to be kidding me. No, no I’m not.

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Of course, the temptations to buy at Anthropologie are almost impossible to resist. There’s always a “Sale” section, but I’m afraid it’s not much of one, as far as prices are concerned. Still, it’s a place of solitude for me, during a busy and stressful work day.

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Posted on 1 June '09 by liana, under Style.

3 Comments to “Anthropologie: My Personal Fantasy Island”

#1 Posted by Los Angelista (04.06.09 at 18:15 )

I absolutely understand. I love Anthropologie so much. I’ve begun buying plates out of the sale section. Who cares if they don’t match when they’re all so pretty!

#2 Posted by Gillian (05.06.09 at 11:43 )

I love to lust after everything in Anthropologie. I also love how it’s spelled with an “ie” — even THAT is cute. (I also love your shoes, esp the color!)

#3 Posted by Kendra (08.06.09 at 08:58 )

Nice photos! Now I want to book it to the nearest Anthropologie! I tend to end up near the jewelry table, just staring…