Day 14: NotOurHouse Furniture

January 15, 2013

So I carved out some time today for a quick artist’s date. I was going to hit the Dairy Center for the Arts for a little visual soak. Went on lunch hour and when I arrived all the installations were completely down, they were preparing for new artists. I did find out the new artists will be doing a talk about their work on Friday, however, with an opening reception, so made a note of that for next week’s date.

In the meantime, I had to come up with something. So I parked the car and wondered over to a high priced furniture/home design store in the 29th Street Mall –  Arhaus Furniture. More like NotOurHouse Furniture because we are too poor. A lot of the pieces were made of reclaimed materials, or at least made to look like them. Old munitions carts that double as a charming kitchen buffet, stone fishing anchors from Thailand that make for bulky yuppie paperweights.

I really don’t like shopping, so not sure why I chose this place. I guess it was the best I could do at short notice, and maybe if I was able to ignore the price tags it could have been more inspirational. It beat most of the other shops in the vicinity (except maybe American Apparel), but why a store at all?

One reason was it was nose hair freezing cold out today, so I needed something close. Another was that nearly all of Julia’s suggestions involve going to a store of some sort for your date. An old clock store, a rug store, an exotic fabric store etc. Now maybe since she’s sold 3 million copies of the artist’s way this kind of shopping is appealing to her (I’d be interested to see what the suggestions were for the initial printing of artists way – probably a ramen store or the library) but it’s not my cup of earl grey.

I learned that a different attitude is in order for future dates. I am going to try and just take it in through the senses next time, not through the pocketbook. Ignore those price tags and try and find the intrinsic beauty below. And if I do decide to go to a store, make it an authentic one that can stimulate my senses.

After my initial plans were thwarted I entertained the idea of visiting EADS bookstore, the 100 year old treasure on the corner of 28th and Canyon. Alas, it closed last week after 100 years in business. Probably destined to become the next Buffalo Wild Wings or Shitburger.

I wanted to thumb through some long forgotten magazines, touch some old paper, connect to something dusty and tobacco stained. Instead a closed sign hung in the window, and I made my way to a store that sells new things and tries to make them look old, tries to capture the same nostalgia without any of the substance. Like so many others, a place that adds fake rust and produces hollow things that make somebody really rich and nobody really happy.

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