misosouper, a shopping blog

I miss my old neighborhood in Chelsea, and sending David Horvitz to the mailbox on my former street corner to take a photo, then using the mailbox to send the photo is somehow comforting, in a very circuitous way.

And for $10, a whole lot cheaper than plane fare to New York.

I’m a little disturbed that this Thursday’s splurge comes from IKEA. That’s a bit like saying your filet mignon came from McDonald’s, right?

Regardless. If you want the look of built-in bookcases at a stand-alone price, then Besta’s your uncle.

I really like the Slanket, probably because I often pad around our house with a blanket on my shoulders, shawl-style. (Pull the blanket over your head and imagine how you can scare the kids when you peep in their rooms at night!)

Bonus: use it to indulge your adult monk fantasies, then retire comfortably to your couch, no changing required.

I’m going to ask stitchaline509 to inscribe me a pillow with “Head Like A Hole.”

Who’s with me?

Although I spent last Wednesday’s post extolling the virtues of the Birkenstock, I remained unsatisfied. I was, after all, extolling the virtues of the Birkenstock. Questions remained: Birkenstocks? Really? Was that the best I could do? Could my husband’s dirty vegan hippie jokes actually be true? Worst of all, were the Birkenstocks a lazy choice, evidence that my shopping skills were beginning to mold?

So back to Zappos I went, determined to do better. These non-Birkenstocks meet my earlier criteria: metallic, comfy, relatively cheap, gladiator-esque. They arrived on Saturday, thanks to Zappos’ badass shipping, thus ending the Birkenstock curse. While I’m a dirty vegan hippie on the inside, my feet don’t have to show it.

(Yes, these are the same shoes featured in the Anthropologie catalog, except in a different color and inexplicably renamed “Coachella Valley Thongs.” Anthropologie doesn’t reveal their brand, but that’s why you have me, right?)