They have rows and rows of colourful, plastic, cute, desined new stuff. You know what I’m taking about. All these useless shops that we all hang out in.

Like this one:

It opened in town about a year ago, and I just can’t walk past without going inside and walking the rows smelling fake candels, adoring plastic animals (toys for grownups), desined bathroom and kitchen items, touching luxurious cushions, curtains, draperys, blank books, cool clocks and endless of rows filled to the brim with more useless stuff. Right now they are selling black plastic candelabras. Yes, for real.

This is the kind of store that makes my Man so tired in about two minutes after entering that he says it is like running a mile and then climbing for a couple of hours – but without the satisfaction of having accomplished something.

I get tired after a while too, after looking at every shelf there is though. You wouldn’t want to miss anything, right? Then I have to grab what I have decided to buy, put back the things I want (crave!) and don’t want to spend money on and pay up. I have to leave all the rest behind, and run home to sit down and calm down. I don’t know if shops like these are good or bad for your health, but I need them in small doses from time to time.

Mobilsmycken f?r 19 kronor I don’t have a collection of key chains, but I was about to start one when I held these two creatures (click picture for better view) in my hand and wanted both to come home with me. A very very pink teddy bear and a white bunny with a crocheted vest! But I knew I wouldn’t like them as much if I bought them, so I didn’t. Phew!

Put I was carying this bag when I came home:

Don’t ask me who put in my hand!

This is what the bag contained:

B/W zinc containers that I have been eyeing for quite a while now, and finally went in and bought. I love the patterns, and the style of these. The bucket is now containing my indian ink pens and the larger one will be… filled. I dunno with what yet, but I know it won’t be hard to fill it in this house.

Nya muggar The rose mugs are from another little chain of shops, and bought earlier this fall. I really like the patterns, even though the colours are kind of bleak – and the form is really anoying (to high and thin to be comfortable to hold on to). But they were cheap for christ sake.

This post has no meaning (at all), except that I took photos when I visited the store this time. And it is a memory record of a moment of both inspiration and wasted energy and money, I think.

I kind of like this shop, and kind of like the photos from inside it. Did you get anything at all from reading this post (if you read it)?