As you may well know, I'm a catalogue whore; you name it, I've got it. Pottery Barn, The Company Store, West Elm, Design Within Reach, Garnet Hill, Restoration Hardware, and on and on 4-EVAH. Yes, it's a bit overkill, and yes, we are suffocating beneath a gigantic mound of recycled paper products, but that's neither here nor there! When one of those mags come a-knockin' at my door, I squeal with unrestrained delight. Shopping online is completely different for some reason--same photos, different intention. I peruse online to buy, but I look through catalogues to dream. I can take those catalogues everywhere a person CAN dream, but not necessarily a computer. Wrapped in a blanket on the couch, curled up under my down comforter on my bed, outside in the garden, relaxing in a hot bath, on the bus, at work... it's so easy to get lost thinking about where I'd put that overpriced lamp or how those 600-thread count sheets would feel against my bare feet. As you can see, I'm a bit obsessive and queer about my catalogue whoring, especially West Elm, which is one of my favorites.
So you'll understand when I say that I just got back from Portland, and Portland HAS a West Elm. The multi-orgasmic feeling that I and several others had while standing on the edge of retail brilliance will not be forgotten for many years. We actually clasped hands in silent unity and ran to the open door. We stood in the open doorway for a moment, savoring the sweet smell of victory, although that smell ended up being P.F. Chang's right next door. No matter, it was a retail dream realized; we cavorted, whooped with girlish glee, skipped, danced, pinched eachother, and touched nearly everything. After an hour, we were spent. I bid adieu to my new best friend and silently vowed to come back in a couple of months, when my bank account and their sale section are bigger.
Portland was relaxing, refreshing, and disturbing--my gay told me that from the ages of 12-14, he could blow himself. I still haven't recovered from that information, nor him trying to give a mock demonstration in the car while driving. "What. You just use a bunch of pillows. Geez." Up until this point, I've been glad I have a son, but now I'm not so sure. *dry heave* 'Scuse me, I gotta GO.
Current Mood: TIRED
Current Music: Nothing! Can't sleep for shit, I'm here against my will