A few weeks ago, I took myself to Anthropologie on a Friday after work. I hadn’t done a lot of shopping recently, and the wedding invitations were piling up in the mail reminding me that I will need a nice supply of dresses for weddings of all levels of formality in the coming months. For me, walking into Anthro is like setting a bag of crack down in front of an addict. The smells wafting from those perfect candles. The colors. The well thought out and creative aesthetic of the entire place. I am pretty sure if I were a shop, I would look just like this den of books, flowers and texture.