When I was 12 my older sister got her first apartment. And she took me with her to Pier 1. I was in little boy gay heaven. And to think, she wanted my pubescent ass to help her decorate. Hmmm....do you think she knew something. Anyway, wow, all that great Pier 1 stuff. Director chairs, lava lamps, bamboo vases with baby's breath...if only I could replace my bedroom's Charlie's Angels motif for all this. But we were here for big sis. In those 25 plus years....Pier 1 hasn't changed that much. And that's cool. I just think they've gotten a little big for their britches and the prices are too high and don't match the quality of the product. A balsa wood nightstand? Hmmmm...not gonna work. But those cute little plates with the palm trees. Nice touch. And do you think you could jam anymore into this space? Word of caution to future Pier 1 shoppers: limit your pre Pier 1shopping cocktails to only two. Otherwise you just bump into stuff. And break a lamp. Or something. So I heard.