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Delusions of Anthropologie

I pull the fluffy, multicolored patchwork duvet cover off of the moss green pillows and imagine how much sweeter my dreams would be if I were snuggled comfortably in that antique brass display bed, clad in a whimsical cream-and-pink striped nightgown. Before I drift off to sleep, I page through Barbara Ireland’s 36 Hours: 125 Weekends in Europe, and plan an overseas getaway with my adoring, slightly scruffy boyfriend.

I wake in the morning and sip my French pressed coffee from a monogrammed ceramic mug, as I gaze out of my brownstone window at the bustling city block below. After a shower, where I try out my new cedar wood-scented goat’s milk soap, I slide open the bedroom closet to reveal a collection of dresses, sweaters, a-line skirts and flowing blouses — all in jewel tones and organized by color. It’s pretty brisk today, so I select a plum shift dress and goldenrod cardigan, accessorizing with a gray scarf, silver charm bracelet and feather drop earrings. I lace up my ankle boots and take one last glance in the mirror, slathering some rosebud salve on my lips and throwing a soft chestnut leather satchel over one shoulder.

The farmers market is abuzz this morning, and the delicious smells of fresh fruit and flowers mingle in the air with just-popped kettle corn and hazelnut lattes. I pull a piece of stationery — replete with printed pastel birds — out of my bag and survey the list for tonight’s dinner party. A baguette to slice and spread thick with truffle butter, organic mushrooms for the ragout that will accompany the beef tenderloin, and five Granny Smiths for apple crisp a la mode. Once all of the ingredients are purchased, they go straight into the basket of my vintage bike and along for the ride to a nearby park. I nestle under a shady oak, and spend the next few hours journaling in my Moleskine.

Upon my return home, I discover that my boyfriend has already started preparing dinner, and he gets up from the tufted teal settee to greet me. I inhale deeply, trying to identify each savory spice. While the beef is roasting, I uncork a bottle of Pinot Noir and pour two glasses. We slice apples into a copper pot as I pore over the crisp recipe, dog-eared in my gluten-free dessert cookbook. We share a brief, impromptu slow dance in the kitchen when Paolo Nutini’s “Loving You” begins playing from my laptop, before we’re interrupted by the familiar beep of the timer.

The crisp is in the oven and our farmhouse table is set with hand-painted dishes, antique flatware and paisley cloth napkins. It’s just about time to change into my lace cocktail dress, break in my slingback heels, and apply some lipstick. I’m in a muted mauve mood tonight.

I slide off the sweater and dress, pull on my t-shirt and button up my jeans. “Thanks,” I say, handing the garments back to the fitting room attendant, “but I need a little more time to think about this.”

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  • Kate Brown

    I’ve succumbed to this delusion far too many times!

  • Sara Elizabeth Silva Puentes

    One of the reasons I never go into the store!

  • Kristen Peterman

    Aaaaaand I have a new favorite piece on this website. This is perfect.

  • Allyson Emada

    Indeed. I do love some of there stuff but cannot usually talk myself into spending the money. Speaking of the bedding it kills me how they can charge $200 for sheets and they’re only 200 thread count. That’s just paying for name and fluff as opposed to quality.

  • Stephanie Spitler

    Loved this!

  • Kimberlyn Jae Wilkie

    We should probably let someone at Anthro read this…..

    haha :)

  • Sophie Karaer

    HAHA spot on.

  • Alexandra Pettinato

    Loved this piece.. aha.

  • Deanna Daves

    You just described my dream!!! And reality =) I love Anthro but I wish it was more affordable.

  • Amanda Ann Garner

    Oh I love this! Anthro just kills me every time I go in! Can my life please just look like that store!? Now I want to make a trip over there just so I can indulge in my fantasies of living in a spacious loft apartment with exposed brick walls and stocking my closet full of 50’s style dresses and cardigans and then cry tears of bitter disappointment when I look at th price tags!

  • Bobbie Aleen Hendron

    I work on living this dream. Xp. French press and mug- Check. Scruffy boyfriend- Check. Now… The whole home decor and closet of Anthro clothes… Not so much. Do I drool over their items? Oh yes. My claim to fame is walking in, and walking out with a shirt, a mug, and a dress that I paid a grand total of $38 for. The sales associate almost had a heart attack because it was so “cheap”.

    Still.. I love it there…

  • Rebekka Utermohlen

    I adore this post & continue to live in the delusion. Thankfully I have found a boy that equally loves this delusion and yes he cooks. This is almost just as good as walking into the store itself, all I need to do is burn a citrus musky candle with a hint of rosemary or fig.

  • Veronica Martinez

    this is my dream. and why i’ve slowly stopped going to Anthro. i need to wait for the sales, for the “just perfect” item before i buy. often the clothes don’t seem to hold up for the pricetag, but everything always looks sooooo perfect.

  • Jessica de Ryk

    This might just be the best article I’ve ever read here on HG. Those are my exact delusions summed up in a pretty little box…

    Wait a second…I actually do have a monogrammed tea cup from Anthro…just need to make a few more purchases and move up the street from a Farmer’s market and I’m golden!

    • Ariel Dimler

      I have a monogrammed coffee cup from Anthro! Which, by the way, I used this morning after reading this article because it put me in a whimsical mood.

  • Renee Johnson

    I think Kim, you have just started the first ever Anthro fan-fiction movement…..I’m totally fangirling over here;)

    This was hilarious and brilliant!

    Here is my confession;

    I am able to afford my Anthro habit by realizing that Anthro items are truly an investment (as I have explained to my husband). Anthro junkies are so knowledgeable/obsessed with almost every make/style number/item name/designer that Anthro produces…. . If you buy from Anthro the chances are very, very high, that you will be able to resell the item for either it’s cost, or HIGHER based on how badly the item is coveted by people.

    The thing about Anthro addicts, they are much like Apple devotees. it’s not only the item it’s also the lifestyle it conveys when you own it, even if it’s in your own head;)
    When I can’t afford Anthro I either use their mannequins to cross reference/inspire outfits at thrift stores to recreate the look….and I also have thrift store places that sell Anthro w/out knowing it’s anthro..which makes for a cheap addiction.

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  • Heather Jameson

    The dream is the same, even all the way over in Melbourne, Australia! Only we can only covet Anthro online..

    Fantastic imagery!

  • Kim Windyka

    Wow, thank you guys so much!! Had no idea so many people felt the same way. :)

  • Jodie Leigh

    That was spell bounding

  • Kristi Blackmer

    Great storytelling! Such a familiar daydream, too…

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