Walking in this store is like visiting a foreign ecosystem. Here, a very tightly-wound network of highly specialized creatures each fulfill a basic (did I mention specific?) purpose that the whole tribe requires to proliferate.
At the very least, a store like this is fun to browse. Shiny, brightly-coloured plastic kitchen baubles, and sleek chrome-y racks for everything imaginable gleam like a rainforest of housewares. The bamboo plates and forks also help considerably with this metaphor. Speaking of everything imaginable, who knew that humans needed so many gadgets to live worthwhile lives? Who knew toddlers could bake?
Who knew that five minutes in this store could make me long for luxurious, upper-middle class domesticity?
Find here: holders for garlic shaped like garlic, pitter/slicers for AVOCADOS (yes, JUST avocados), and- my favourite- a ~*decanter cleaner*~ that looked like a soft and squishy piece of coral (and nearly blinded me with its lack of necessity). Books by dudes like Jamie Oliver and Rachel Ray remind me that I am not supposed to be able to relate to the lives that these products facilitate. Thus, I signed up for their frequent-buyer card to feel better about myself.