There’s been little luck in the schedule to shoot WIP these days. I get up in the dark – around 5am – and come home in the dark. Yes, winter is here…
But that doesn’t mean I can’t grab a little luck during the day while I should be having lunch!
The last few days here in Chicago’s Loop (the downtown) have been rip-roaring crowds and fun! Not sure why there is such a riotous energy the days after Thanksgiving but there are many, many people who come out in groups to shop with a party spirit.
But I only had a little time and was really only interested in one place: Anthropologie, which is few steps into the hike to where I park my car, so easy for a dash-in.
They’re all revved up for the holidays, and, as always, have the most interesting knits. Here’s what greets you as you enter (along with their very fabulous Christmas tree made from thin wood planks painted green).
Although it is very, very chock full of stuff on the first floor
it’s what’s on the second floor that has me in thrall: the Sale Room, back in the SW corner of the space which is chock full of clearances of everything they offer.
DRESSES (my number one reason to love Anthro, number two being SKIRTS!)
Lots of accessories to go with your new dresses, offered in glass bins.
Scarves, belts, the most amusing hair bands, pins and ornaments: all together to tempt and sway.
Also in the mix? Household accessories that match the intrigue of what you might want to wear – glasses, candlesticks, knobs of all kind. In fact, I think this place could be the king of knobs!
But this is what grabbed me the most
a little shell-pink cropped wool sweater. A little intarsia Polka Dot sweater.
Now, looking at it, I could sense it was, as above, l.i.t.t.l.e. This did not prevent me from carrying it around the shop, hoarding it to my breast, to prevent the other shoppers from being all grabby up in there. I finally faced reality and put it flat on a table and pulled out my measuring tape (from the knitting bag) and measured it for real: 34″. ONLY 4″ less than what I like to wear but I swear by the Little Bad Muse herself that if it would’ve come in at 36″ it would’ve been mine . . .
Instead, I had to heal myself with a consolation prize.
Guess which ones I bought?