What is it about this crazy stuff all over the place store, that can make me spy a metal 3×6 garden bridge from a corner afar; and hear the words actually forced from my mouth “I want a bridge”. I mean, who needs a bridge? Everywhere you go, things jump out at you in red and aqua and yellow and lime. And they are not all nicely arranged in specific categories. I walk through the kitchen area and see gigantic knives, forks and spoons 3 feet in length (“I want a gigantic three foot long fork” – oops, did I say that out loud?) and mixed in with that is a white hotel style shower curtain – just like the one I have been looking for. I bought it. Across the aisle is a life size silver metal bicycle and my mind begins to thumb through that little flip book of ideas I keep in my brain. I didn’t buy that. I lose myself in this store – this place that blurs one’s senses in a midst of color and odd items and things you now MUST have and never even knew you needed. You are an evil one, Home Goods.
See ya next week.