I'm not a shopper. I don't have the patience to go through a lot of stuff I don't want. Much of the 'tude I have comes from having disastrous shopping experiences as a young girl with my mother. She shopped at R.H. Stearns, a Boston institution that had a reputation for quality. (In those days, clothes had quality.) Women must remember the joys of new patent leather shoes or a new dress. For me though, those spring wardrobe refreshes were a disaster. At R.H. Stearns, my mother took me up in the elevator to the eighth floor where they had dresses for chubby girls. Mortifyingly, it was called the Chubette shop and everything you bought there had the Chubette label in it. I felt branded and humiliated and I never again felt that "I looked good in clothes." I wear them every day and no one has ever complained but those early experiences never go away.
What I love is shopping for dishes and textiles. Home stuff. I have a particular taste that certain designers like. My favorite people are John Derian, Jon Robshaw, this lovely shop in Hudson, New York called Rural Residence. I love the way Anthropologie merchandises and if I take my reading glasses off in ABC Carpet so I can't see the ludicrous prices, I love the way they seemingly throw things together. It has a random, slightly cluttered beauty.
I was in the West Village the other day walking with my niece who is visiting from London. She was going off to do something and I went toward the subway on 12th and Seventh and I remembered this shop that I love called Le Fanion. French handmade pottery. For me, an addiction. I don't indulge it on a regular basis, but I found a possible excuse for buying something there. The new cup! I'm going to treat myself to a new cup for Easter. And when I do and I test drive it with the Ethiopia Sidamo Bonko I am roasting now, I will let you know more. I'll even start taking some photos for this blog.
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