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.

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.

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.

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.

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.