Sunday afternoon

I have to have a destination in mind when I go for a walk. Today it was the Conran Shop, under the 59th Street Bridge on First Avenue. It's a very good thing I'm not rich, because if I were, I'd be exactly like Edina Monsoon on Absolutely Fabulous, shouting at my assistant on the cell phone at the same time I told a shop clerk, "One of those, and one of those, and I'd better take the whole range of bed linens and sake cups as well."


In reality, I go to Conrans only for inspiration -- I have a very nice dresser my father made me that's a knock-off of one that cost $1300 there -- and the occasional cereal bowl or juice glass. But if I had the money, I'd probably buy all sorts of inappropriate things, like this yellow plastic couch. You might not be able to tell, but the orange blanket flung over it has holes cut out of it, like swiss cheese. It cost $395, and boy do I want it. Note to self: never become rich.

More from my 4 or so mile walk when I recover a bit.