Pottery Barn addict is in a real fix


Every junkie has her jones. A smoker likes her cigarettes. A tippler likes her wine. Any addict needs her fix.
Mine is Pottery Barn. Pottery Barn catalogs, to be exact. I’ve heard rumors that there are actual Pottery Barn STORES somewhere. Giant mecca-like structures where one can sniff, touch, and wipe spots of their own drool off ACTUAL POTTERY BARN FURNITURE AND ACCESSORIES.
I have not been able to follow-through on looking into this, however, because I always get a little week-kneed and lightheaded at the very thought.
Imagine, if you will, the same reaction a choca-holic would have to, say, a Washington Monument-sized piece of premium cocoa. THAT’S how I feel about the rumors of an actual Pottery Barn store.


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Warm, witty and just a wee bit warped, Kymberly Foster Seabolt is a native of Kent, Ohio, who survived childhood exposure to disco and grew up to marry and move to the country. Her column weaves her special brand of humor with poignant, entertaining, and honest portrayals of parenting, marriage, and real life. She currently lives in northeastern Ohio with her husband, two children, two dogs, two cats, and numerous dust bunnies who wish to remain nameless.