Things are not looking good for us, and I had a meltdown on Friday, the kind that involves Ugly Crying and makes your bathroom accessoriesco-workers go, “Eeessch, uh, maybe you should…go.” So I did, and ended up wandering the quiet bathroom accessories, couple-free aisles of Gracious Home, sniffling and crying and adding things like tongs, wooden spoons, a lemon press to my basket, things I had in Brooklyn but didn’t pack with me because I assumed at some point bathroomaccessories
I would be reunited with my utensil drawer, things I decided, “GLURG SNIFF WAH I’M GONNA GET MY OWN SET OF MEASURING CUPS AND I’M GETTING PRETTY BLUE ONES THIS TIME…” Etceterea.
I spent yesterday with a friend browsing shops in the West Village and kept gravitating towards all the home boutiques and eventually said to my friend, “Every store we go in is full of couples shopping for bathroomaccessories accessories, can you PLEASE pretend that you hate what I’m picking out and roll your eyes while checking your Blackberry?”
It’s funny the things you miss. All those dumb fights - and of course they are dumb - are some of the most intimate things couples share and I certainly never thought bathroom accessories I’d wish for another lap around Fairway with Kent, but there you have it.
