A Tiffany's Story

"The quietness and the proud look of it; nothing very bad could happen to you there. If I could find a real-life place that'd make me feel like Tiffany's, then I'd buy some furniture and give the cat a name!"
-Holly Golightly, Breakfast at Tiffany's

Other than Fred's monologue in the rain at the end, this is my favorite quote from BAT.  While Holly uses Tiffany's quite literally, it really leads to the much broader idea of a place representing comfort, ease, safety, and bliss. For years I’ve been collecting a bank of places, things, and ideas that compose my own "Tiffany's." From a place like Chapel Hill to an object like my blanket, they become armor that almost nothing can penetrate. "Nothing very bad could happen to you" because you always have these places to run to or these things to hold that will back you up. And it's an amazing feeling.

I've been in three different Tiffany's stores and while they are very lovely, they don't really give me that impenetrable feeling. But I still love to go and channel a little bit of Holly.

On Friday evening in San Francisco, as Jan and I strolled around Union Square, looking at all the stores and buildings, she suggested we start our Saturday morning by grabbing some Starbucks and literally having breakfast at Tiffany's. And this is why she's one of my best friends, people. There may have been an actual skip or dance on my end at her suggestion.

The Inspiration

The Reality

It was just a silly little gesture that felt really, really nice. It felt right to visit the store with Jan as she loves the movie as much as I do.

The Rest of the Story
My first trip to a Tiffany's was when I went to New York City in 2004. My friends and I went in, admired all the lovely items, and left without purchasing anything. I was just a 20-year-old college student who needed her money for more vital things.

 First Visit
Fifth Avenue, New York City
March 2004

When I went to Chicago with Brandie in 2009, we went by the store during our jaunt down the Magnificent Mile. After mentioning that I'd always wanted to buy something there, Brandie, in all her infinite wisdom, said something along the lines of, "Well, why don't you?" So I did. And every time I wear my necklace I think of a trip to Chicago with a great friend.



Second Visit and First Purchase

Michigan Avenue, Chicago

July 2009



In San Francisco, seven years after my first visit, I bought a simple silver ring that will remind me of another great trip with another great friend.

Third Visit and Second Purchase

Union Square, San Francisco

July 2011

 

And that's my Tiffany's story thus far. Next on the list: Ask for a sterling silver telephone dialer.

I resisted writing this because I don't want to come across as boastful or shallow. But I think everyone works hard so we can afford the things we like whether it be a nice dinner, a day off with the family, or a cool gadget. And I still maintain a fierce devotion to Forever 21 jewelry and Target pajamas.

Cooking with Martha and Tiffany

My love for pretty things is no secret. Especially when they are pretty and functional things. And shiny. Especially shiny. (Another alternate title for this blog: "Bring me the Pretty and Shiny.") But this is about pretty and functional things. Specifically, pretty and functional kitchen items.

Pause. What did she say?

Yes, she of the "never preheat-cook everything on 450-burn is just a variation on well done-what the hell is mince" school of cooking, likes to go to Macy's and explore the basement (Metro Center store) or third floor (Pentagon City store) kitchen department. This started about the time this woman:

Introduced Tiffany-blue accessories, appliances, and awesomeness.

My love of Tiffany's -- the movie, store, and color -- hasn't quite been documented here but trust me, it's deep and it's real.

It started with a batter bowl and has since escalated to a spatula, measuring cups, and a salad keeper. There's no guarantee that the next step won't be a tea kettle, colander, or mixer. (Ok, likely not the mixer, but a girl can gaze.)

There may or may not be an entire post coming up on my strange affinity for colanders:

The only citrus fruits I don't hate are lemons and limes, but still, this must come home with me one day. Perhaps to hold trinkets on my dresser?

Not Tiffany blue but in the same section. Were this not $12, it would definitely have been in my hand. So freaking cute.

Just to prove that this foray into domesticity, or even maturity, is only temporary, this morning I supplemented my breakfast of pineapple and apple with a bag of peanut butter M&Ms. You can put the girl in the kitchen department but you can't make the girl know what to do in it.