I think it was when I first moved to the country that I discovered Anthropologie. I saw something sweet in a magazine from them, went online and BAM! Inlove.com.au/hard
I would often find myself up early with a small child watching Dora trawling their website and filling my “basket” with as many delightful, quirky goods as I could from their fine store. A few times I actually hit “purchase” and nearly had a small heart attack when I realised that the cost of shipping was the same as the amount I had bought. I believe that that has now improved (but I wouldn’t know because I haven’t done any shopping from them for years. See Rob? Good girl Pookie!)
When I walked into their Flagship Store at the Rockefeller Centre on my first day here, I won’t lie, I was a little overcome. The sweet manager who calmly stroked my arm as I spoke to him about their outrageous shipping didn’t help either. And Tans? THIS SONG was playing. I was beside myself. It was a NY moment for me. I’ve been back twice since. Just looking, stroking, gasping, trying on, and of course, buying.
Last night we went to their store at Chelsea Market and I thought it was superior to the flagship. Because I know these sorts of things.
Look at the pretty!
LOOK AT IT!
Mum, look at the tea towels. I KNOW, right?
And then mixed in between are some amazing clothes. Mrs Woog would call them “statements pieces”. I now own several “statement pieces” both in clothes and bijoux.
Needless to say, today I had to go back down to Century 21 to purchase myself another suitcase. To get all this stuff home.
My work here is done.