I pushed myself out the door yesterday and ended up in Yorkville. I wanted to inhale some exotic pastries at Pusateri (in some things I have iron-clad willpower, something that is not easy at the Pusateri pastry counter although the horrific prices help), then went across the road to browse in Anthropologie. All thoughts of those little chocolate soufflés were very quickly dispelled by the props. Yes, the props. I only had eyes for the props: a row of antique pairs of little sabots from France, antique file boxes also from France, bundles of antique newspapers tied in string, some furniture.... I got intoxicated. It's a good thing the props aren't for sale because I could have gone into massive debt without a second thought.
Meanwhile, I have new listings on eBay today.
If anyone is looking for me, I'll be at the bookstore 4 - 9 p.m.