I love Bed Bath and Beyond. I mean, who doesn't love those 20% off coupons?! I'll even take them out of the communal garbage by the mailboxes in our apartment building if I see some lying there, discarded. I have about 500 at this point.
But, while BBB usually provides me with a sense of calm, this past weekend it made me feel a little crazy. When we went to register, with our excel spreadsheet in hand (a list, we always have a list, formulated in excel) I felt confident. Until we compared it to their list. And were then given the tour of the store.
All of sudden, the aisles and aisles of cookware and kitchen appliances, seemed overwhelming. Gun in hand, our wonderful registry consultant sent us on our way. And the choices loomed in front of us.
Black Kitchen Aid Mixer or the Silver one? Artisan or Professional?
Dyson or Hoover?
13 piece set or 12 piece set?
Do we really need nesting bowls? Will I ever use a steamer insert??
I wanted to shoot everything, hover the red light over the gleaming black and white barcode, but I was like a deer in headlights. How are we supposed to know what we're going to need for our currently imaginary house? How am I supposed to figure out a color scheme for our future kitchen?
Needless to say, my other half helped, but finally threw up his hands and said, I don't really care.
Which is how I ended up on the floor, in the above picture, registering for a HoMedics Chair Massager. Its bar code beckoned me - the idea of endless relaxation from the comfort of my home all-too enticing - and I just... SCANNED!
My mother told me it was a ridiculous registry choice.
But I don't care. Because I can see this massager fitting into any decor.