It's that time of year again, mom's birthday! What do I get a woman who has everything? I know... a tablecloth.
Yonge street - uptown - seemed the ideal spot to find a middle aged, upper-middle class woman a mid-sized table cloth. Au Lit is a linen store whose French countryside façade in the front of the store was always very attractive to my eye. The store, much like its merchandise, was very white, clean and luxurious feeling and if it wasn't for the unbelievably snobby staff, who would not even look at me when I walked through the door, I would have been happy to purchase one of their over-priced items for my deserving mother.
Instead of having an enjoyable shopping experience, I left the store empty handed, feeling rather persecuted (ala Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman) and wondering if it really was wrong to go out shopping in my gym clothes.