I love shopping at Anthropologie. Not because I actually buy anything; I make way too little money. Not to mention the fact that their fairy tale clothes fit a version of me from a long, long time ago, and a land far away.

I love Anthropologie for the window shopping. The mix of feminine with the unexpected and out of the ordinary makes the shopping experience interesting every time.

But mostly I love Anthropologie because of the work they put into their displays. They build sculptures: an impossible pile of 50 wooden chairs all balanced on one chair on the floor (don’t worry they prepared for klutzes like me and secured them in place), a display of antique light bulbs, a water scene sculpted entirely of bubble wrap.

And yesterday, a papier mache ostrich.



I don’t know if the Anthropologie staff gave her a name, but I think I shall call her name Shirley.


Doesn’t she look like a Shirley?


Seattle writer, Judy Schwartz Haley, blogs about raising a toddler while battling cancer, finishing a degree, and fending off ninjas. Also, she needs more coffee.
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