How does your YRD grow
For those of our neighbors who don't get in enough gardening at their country homes, there is a local shoppe aimed at urban yard-tending. To show how urban they are, they left the vowels out of the boutique name, so let's just call it "YRD."
On a recon mission soon after they opened, taking in all the lovely plants and gardening supplies, I got that familiar feeling of being surrounded by Stuff That I Can't Afford and Furthermore Can't Fathom Spending This Much On. I was drawn to a hand trowel with a shiny red handle, then looked at the price: I forget now the exact number, but it was at least $50. Are they joking? Is this used for digging in gold dust? And what kind of an asshole pays more than $50 for a trowel?! An urbn asshole, apparently. (The first trowel I found online costs $3.99.)
Then I looked at the individual superfancy cut flowers for sale, and some of them cost nearly as much per stem as I'd spend on an order of groceries.
Must be nice.
It's not (entirely) that I am jealous. I would like to compare the negative feelings I get when I walk around the neighborhood to my experience when flipping through mainstream magazines aimed at women, which I only ever do when bored in a waiting room, for the following reason: they make me feel fat, ugly, old, and poor. And I'm actually approaching them with a more informed and more positive self-image than probably most of their readership does. So if those mags affect me that way...what is it doing to less-confident readers? And so when I look at these local boutiques, I just feel poor, unsuccessful, resentful, and poor. Which doesn't exactly foster a positive sense of community.
Fortunately, with both magazines and shopping, there are alternatives. With women's magazines, BUST is the best example. And for those of us who spend most of our income on rent and bills, there's always the cheap hobag stores, the Salvo, G-will, and non-NYC thrift stores and rummage sales for copping a shopping high. OK, this is ending on a more pathetic note than it was meant to. How about this: F the A-holes who pay $50 for hnd trwls!!!
On a recon mission soon after they opened, taking in all the lovely plants and gardening supplies, I got that familiar feeling of being surrounded by Stuff That I Can't Afford and Furthermore Can't Fathom Spending This Much On. I was drawn to a hand trowel with a shiny red handle, then looked at the price: I forget now the exact number, but it was at least $50. Are they joking? Is this used for digging in gold dust? And what kind of an asshole pays more than $50 for a trowel?! An urbn asshole, apparently. (The first trowel I found online costs $3.99.)
Then I looked at the individual superfancy cut flowers for sale, and some of them cost nearly as much per stem as I'd spend on an order of groceries.
Must be nice.
It's not (entirely) that I am jealous. I would like to compare the negative feelings I get when I walk around the neighborhood to my experience when flipping through mainstream magazines aimed at women, which I only ever do when bored in a waiting room, for the following reason: they make me feel fat, ugly, old, and poor. And I'm actually approaching them with a more informed and more positive self-image than probably most of their readership does. So if those mags affect me that way...what is it doing to less-confident readers? And so when I look at these local boutiques, I just feel poor, unsuccessful, resentful, and poor. Which doesn't exactly foster a positive sense of community.
Fortunately, with both magazines and shopping, there are alternatives. With women's magazines, BUST is the best example. And for those of us who spend most of our income on rent and bills, there's always the cheap hobag stores, the Salvo, G-will, and non-NYC thrift stores and rummage sales for copping a shopping high. OK, this is ending on a more pathetic note than it was meant to. How about this: F the A-holes who pay $50 for hnd trwls!!!
posted by Colleen at 7:19 AM
3 Comments:
I walked by this when it opened and was also not impressed. The hardware store on Smith has cute, cheap plants. And if you head down Court, past the Carroll St. F stop, there's a great little garden center at the True Value hardware store (it's some sort of home chain, think that's it).
F U, YRD.
Dude, we need to hit up the Salvo in Brookland soon. I'm sure there is lots of stuff there that's totally your style.
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