I admit it, even to my fellow garage sale and thrift store aficionados, I love the fancy pants mall. It is like going to a museum. I love to watch people in beautiful clothes, like moving art installations. I like to smell Chanel and to sift through Anthropologie's plates, fabric and clothes like I'm at the most expensive thrift store in the world. I like to smell everything at the Aveda store, especially the tea. And to try all of the different kinds of teas that speak out to me at the tea shop. I love how fancy pants mall excursions leave me close to Barnes and Noble, Half Price books and sad (for my pant size) to say, the most artful and, holy crap, tasty of cupcakes: Sprinkles.
