I know I’m probably behind the rest of the world on this one, but when one sets foot for the first time in Anthropologie, one has to talk about it.
So I set foot for the first time in Anthropologie on Thursday 27th April 2011, and I have to talk about it. I’m not trying to compete with His Royal Highness’s function that will also unfold this week (just in case you didn’t already know…), but I know which day I’ll remember the most (or Kate’s dress will have to be really bloody-effing-ah-may-zing to beat that -if you’ll excuse my French).
Still and all, I was on the hunt for my old friend’s 30th birthday present. It turned out Anthropologie was just THE place. Where the hell have I been all this time? Probably in Tabio browsing for yet another pair of socks for a friend’s birthday. [insert overdue apology to all my friends here: I’m sorry all, your Tabio days are over, I promise. You’re getting Anthropologie every year from now on.]
I could have bought the whole shop. When I say the whole shop, I DO mean the WHOLE shop. The articles of course, but also the props, the bags and wrappers, and the staff (particularly those involved in styling the whole place with such flair).
After an unspecified (long) time spent ‘umming’ and ‘ahhing’ (to myself) and poking everything with excitement, I settled for the following:
I could not resist this scented candle in such a pretty pot, what with fig being one of my all-time favourites. And I thought the seasonal guide to British vegetables tea towel would be a good idea for my French friend to know when I’m eating cabbage (all year round apparently!). I was delighted to receive this same tea towel myself as a house-warming present so there was the perfect gift idea.
I suddenly felt a bit sorry for myself for being all alone in such a fabulous place with no one to share my excitement with… What better way to rectify this than to treat myself to a lovely soap for my new bathroom cabinet?
Happy birthday Aurélie!