one college summer, my friend and i started our own catering business. we spent the days lying by the pool, and the evenings throwing together delish treats, passing hors d’oeuvres and doing dishes. it was an amazing enterprise, netting us fantastic tans & big fat savings accounts.
summer ended, and it was time to get back to cornell college. indulgence was burning a hole in my pocket, and i decided to treat myself to a bit of splendor: my very own marimekko anything! i zipped off to the mall with a crisp one hundred dollar bill and headed straight to crate & barrel. i left, moments later, with my arms jubilantly wrapped around a fluffy fantastic comforter!
it’s no wonder that crate & barrel has been a big deal to me my whole life. it’s just cool. always was, always will be. wedding registry, gifts for friends setting off to get hitched, my son’s very first tricycle (i told you i’m cursed with needing things to be visually pleasing…)…decades of finding my happy place just by walking through their doors.
and who’d a thunk it, but now i have the surreal pleasure of walking into crate & barrel to see a bit of m wood on their walls. seeing “bukhara fields”, a ginormous 7′ framed colorblock middle eastern-inspired print, & cityscapes, a family of americana architectural framed illustrations, each give me the very same breathless thrill as when i first crossed that threshold, years ago, with my one hundred dollar bill.