I just returned from visiting my sister-in-law, and my brother may not let me come back. My brother and sister-in-law are both retired and do everything together, including shopping. However, their shopping consists mainly of going to the hardware store. My brother can spend an hour looking at tools and paint, but ask him to go to the mall and browse in a department store, and he would go running in the other direction. Consequently, my sister-in-law doesn’t get to poke around in stores just for fun. As for me, my husband is still working, and since I don’t like to shop alone, I don’t get to look around in stores either.
We were sitting at the breakfast table one morning last week, and my sister-in-law asked me if I would like to go to the Christmas Tree Shop in Richmond. Before I could scream, “Heck, yes!” my brother was already telling her how I wouldn’t enjoy that at all. I almost heard him except for the noise of my pounding heart. Ignoring my brother’s protestations, my sister-in-law and I were in the car and out the driveway before my brother knew what was happening.
The Christmas Tree Shop is not a Christmas store, contrary to its name. But it does make you feel like you’re in Santa’s workshop when you enter its doors. It is full of …of….well, of “stuff.” Stuff I didn’t even know I wanted until I entered. Before we had even made it down one isle, our cart was half full. I actually remember this coming out of our mouths: “Kathy, what is this? What could I use it for?” “I don’t know what it is, but it sure is cute. Throw it in the cart. I’ve got to have it.” By the time we left the store, we could barely fit all our goodies in the trunk of the car. Our hubbies might have been a little alarmed at all we bought, but they got off easy. They have no idea about the things we almost bought. I know my honey would have loved that giant pink and orange owl with the glow-in-the-dark eyes. It was the perfect bit of whimsy for the garden. My husband just loves whimsy. Don’t you darling?