Anthropologie is the Devil

I’m surprised I haven’t posted this before, but I guess there are probably enough blogs out there devoted to the cult of Anthropologie for me to add to the rabble.

So I’m an SCGS girl at heart, it’s true, and I’m not going to deny that sometimes my tastes can run slightly to the tai-tai end of the spectrum. But yknow what? That’s nothing to be ashamed of in the face of companies like Anthropologie that take tai-tai and turn it into high art. Seriously, this probably reveals too much about my startling lack of ambition, but one of my goals in life is to become really, really wealthy, just so that I can fill my house and wardrobe with items from this beautiful shop.

If ever you find yourself feeling a tiny bit too happy and content with who and where you are... I suggest a trip to Anthro, or at least the website (a pale substitute because they interior decorate the hell out of these shops), to instill a healthy dose of unfairness and dissatisfaction back into your life. I went to the one at Santa Monica last weekend and was THIS close to blowing hundreds of dollars on the best Christmas presents everyone has ever received in their lives*. (Wanping – there was this organiser. It was in French and it was the stuff of dreams I swear to god. Every other page had a Polaroid, vintage map, or illustration printed on it. Expensive though. It’s a sign of how much I love you that I stood there considering it for as long as I did!)

Anyway because I can’t, as I would so love to, magically Apparate all of you over to Santa Monica with me next week when I go again for another round of Anthro-angst... here are some things I have picked out as personal favourites online, in the past 2 hours when I should have done my Astronomy homework. (Special Relativity, really, I could care less.)

These wire sculptures, made to resemble Quentin Blake drawings, at least to me:

This Silver Vines Belt and this Slip. Check out the embroidered dancers! They call it an intimate but it seems too damn pretty not to wear out:

This gorgeous blazer which is super-soft and perfect in real life:

This jigsaw puzzle. Yes, those pieces are shaped like bicycles and pegasuses and awesomeness:

These things for my future house. In Italy, in the countryside, obviously:

This Pictorial Webster’s: A Visual Dictionary of Curiosities:

And their myriad collection of Doorknobs and Hooks:

And oh my Lord, I didn't even go into all the swimsuits. And the stationery. And the underwear. Why, God, why. Anyway, I so wasn't kidding about the cult of Anthropologie - there's even a new show called Man Shops Globe (not that Man, ie. Mr Grylls, although I would watch a show about him shopping) that follows Keith Johnson, the buyer for Anthropologie (!!! What a job. What a life.) around the world as he looks for stuff to sell to us slobbering, desperate suckers. All I can say is I'm glad I don't have the Sundance Channel, because if ever there was a show designed to induce spending... that would be it.

Right, I'll leave you to gawk your eyes out and count your money now.

*I did buy one little thing, as if my bank account ever stood a chance. Little being the operative word here, I'm sorry to say.