Lead us not into Anthropologie, for there we shall be tempted to throw caution to the wind and say phooey to the council tax bill this month. An addiction to crack cocaine would be less dangerous than the all encompassing want a visit to this site inspires.
Take for example this darling little vase. Where ten years ago I might have wrinkled up my delicate little nose at this aesthetic, now I cannot wait to direct Father Christmas to Anthropologie so he can stuff it in my stocking.
The thing about Anthropologie is this: it takes good taste and ups the ante on the high street, educating even those of us occasionally tempted to accessorize our homes in Primark’s best…