My mom had been in the store during the day while I was working, and made me come back with her that evening because she wanted to get these ceramic goose measuring cups for my mother-in-law*. We live in southern Sweden, you see, and one of the symbols of Skåne is the goose. They were so freaking fantastic I almost couldn't breathe looking at them, and I thought I wouldn't be able to just get them for Anders' mom but would have to have a set for myself...however, the more we stood and looked at them, the more I worried that they would break in my suitcase and I ended up walking away without them. So cute, but fairly impractical, too, for someone like me who drops things and has a tiled kitchen floor.
I had heard of Anthropologie but never been in one. It's the kind of store I wish all stores, apart from bookstores, were like: full of interesting and unusual things, with plenty of colorful, whimsical and intricate beauty to catch the eye and gladden the coveting heart. Though I could wish they had a few larger sizes available in their clothing selection.
It's funny, because I was never much of a shopper (apart, of course, from bookstores), but now, when I go home to the States, that's one of the main things I want to do. Part of it, I think, is just the wandering around looking at the incredible variety of things for sale in America...which is cause both for amazement and incredulity on an equal scale of wonder and revulsion. I think I like shopping much more now because I do it so seldom. Online shopping for necessities and overseas gifts may be convenient but it just doesn't give the same thrill. And you might never come across a chicken timer just surfing around online.
Hippity Happity Boppity Belated Birthday Wishes to thehula!
*They had these measuring spoons, too.