food for thought - thrifty decor - cow hollow, sf, ca
two saturdays ago while friends were knocking back oysters and beer at the festival featuring the former, i was busy scouring my favorite vintage decor store on union street. (i use the word favorite loosely, as i have absolutely no clue what the place is called and have been there only twice. come to think of it, the first time i entered the front door was in effort to escape the homeless man who had followed me from the bus and proceeded to curse my very existence for a solid block. in retrospect, i suppose i should feel a level of gratitude toward the hissing man for thrusting me into such a throwback).
it's hard not to get a kick out of the store's organization strategy. i imagine there to be five distinct players: bob likes items organized by decade while darlene prefers them to be separated into color stories. then there's ralph who goes around moving stuff just to keep things interesting--most often making inanimate objects appear sexually inclined to their neighbor. cindy is in charge of signage and is fond of neon and exclamation points (this entire room 40% off!!!!!!!!!!!!). then there's chief who runs the joint. he doesn't give a shit about the greater details so long as all the purple-lensed-john-lennon glasses are kept in the locked case where the damn hipsters can't get to them.
check your baggage at the door.
