I adore Pier 1. After all, I bought my first home furnishings there, when, as a single mother, I moved into an empty 4-room apartment with my young daughter (she was a year old). It was a bleak period of our life when we had nothing…
I slept on a box spring mattress on the floor (couldn’t afford a frame) and the only furniture we had for my little girl’s room was her crib. I used boxes to hold our clothes since I couldn’t afford dressers or chests of drawers. Two aunts pooled hand-me-down cutlery, as well as pots and pans, to give me.
My one splurge at the time was two large ceramic elephants at $39.00 each. I used them as a coffee table, running a glass across them, placing cushions aside them, in lieu of a couch. Company sat Japanese-style, on the floor. It’d be six months before I could afford a couch and a chair.
Over the years, I took those elephants everywhere, and today, I have a special affinity for them. They’ve seen me through thick and thin, sort of like “in sickness and in health, til death do us part” (no–I’m serious.)
I only parted with them this past summer when my younger daughter took them to Boston where she has a condominium. But I insisted: “You must never separate them.” To my way of thinking, they’re family and they’re siblings.
But I got them at Pier 1, an oasis of hope where I could go and buy a little something, during a period of hardship. And today, I still get a lift–just walking into one where I see an eclectic array of colorful artifacts from all over the world: scents, sponges, soaps, jewelry,wall hangings, glass heads (to display hats or for phrenology?), rugs, benches, room dividers, mirrors, rattan, wicker, synthetic woods.
In short–everything… but at reasonable prices.
Pier 1– a “happy place” that always speaks to my whimsical side.
Pier 1 buyers appear have a well-developed sense of humor. They’re my kind of people.
And what does Husband do while I try on masks? There’s always a plush bamboo chair, in a recessed corner of the store where he can catch a few winks…