This spring a dear friend visited from Oxford and we wandered about London a little bit. I’d studiously avoided a particular place . . . I knew it would be hard for me to resist. It calls to me . . . across the internet, in my inbox . . . but at last, in a moment of weakness, I went.
I love that store. If I had unlimited funds, my whole flat and wardrobe would be kitted out in things from Anthro. But since the idea of me having unlimited funds is laughable, and then that thrice-bedamned exchange rate just makes it incredibly difficult to even walk inside. And it’s such a lovely store.
This one in particular has a living wall, which I’d never seen before. It’s really lovely and makes the whole store smell incredibly fresh and natural.
I managed to not buy anything this last time and I haven’t been back in months . . . but in September/October, if the budget’s right? I might go buy a tea towel. Just the tea towel.