I met up with an old friend, Quentin, in Yorkville last night. It’s amazing how much will change in a neighbourhood without you even realizing it. We met up at this little espresso bar called ZaZa which I didn’t even know existed. I got to hang out with Michele (from Italy) who set me up with a short espresso during my wait. We talked about condos in High Park. Random and yet so not random – if only you knew.
But the true discovery of the day hit me right between the eyeballs as I walked up Bellair. It was none other than Anthropologie. Obviously a new addition to Yorkville since I hadn’t thought Anthropologie would ever migrate across the border. Anthropologie – for those who have never experienced it – is what makes me think God must be a woman. It is heavenly. Everything in the store – apparel, accessories, house wares, bedding, decor – is super feminine and wonderfully unique. I didn’t go up to the second floor of the store – I had already spotted three items on the main floor I could walk out the door with and I am not an impulsive shopper. So I restrained myself. I will leave the exploration of the second floor for next time. Delayed gratification.
I am conscious of how lame this post is since it is pretty much all about some pricey, yuppie-loved, pseudo-vintage shop. Whatever. It makes me happy to stand inside and look around. That’s all that matters. It’s pretty. See?
I walked out of the store with an ampersand. That might seem incredibly weird to some people but not to me. It is an important symbol. And now I have my very own 3D version in zinc.
In other non-anthropologie related news, I came across a great blog called Zen Habits. I am LOVING the no-nonsense approach taken by blogger Leo Babautu toward simple productivity. I love the idea of leading a simple life. It seems so pure and honest. I am not simple though. In fact, I would suggest that I am the very opposite of simple. I lead an incredibly high maintenance lifestyle and as a person, I am surrounded by and co-create chaos at every possible turn. But I aspire to achieve simplicity. (Surely that must count for something.)
I was thinking yesterday about the natural world and how inexplicably complex it is. (This only furthers my belief that God must be a woman.) We will often look at a mountain or a lake as one whole when in fact, it is made up of numerous deeply connected components all functioning collectively to BE. If you isolate a component of the whole, the whole will cease to exist. Doesn’t that just blow your mind? So as much as I wish to be zen, I wonder if I start pulling at threads of myself, will I totally unravel?