All That Glisters...

Hosted by Cecily and MamaGeek


You all know how I love shops that are filled to the brim with eye candy. The more glitter, sparkle and feathers, the better.

We went to see Shakespeare's birthplace in Stratford Upon Avon, but honestly, after discovering it would cost us nearly a hundred U.S. dollars to tour the inside, we took pictures of the outside and called us happy.

Right across from the famous house, is a Christmas shop.

See the reflection of Shakespeare's birthplace?

With music rolling out through the doors grabbing at passersby and cinnamon-spicy smells enticing even the hardest Scrooge, I floated in with a huge grin on my face.

That goofy grin soon left when my brain screamed, "Breakable!"
I grabbed as many hands as possible and admonished the kids, "No touching" as they practically reached out with their tongues to feel the textures and absorb the magic.

The Hubby was finally overwhelmed with the sheer impossibility of leaving the store without paying for a broken item or two and took all of the children outside to a candy shop nearby. I then fairy-floated from one room to the next with precious ornaments dangling from my fingers, holding no one's hand while repeating "Stop touching!"

With so much freedom, I couldn't decide between the white feather garland and sparkly white snowflakes or the brightly coloured fairies or the whimsical Santas. I wandered back and forth through the mesmerized crowd.
One of the ornaments looped over one of my fingers was a glittery teapot. I decided I'd need two of those so I rode the shopper wave back to the display.

There they were.

I reached out for my little treasure...
...the teapot slipped from my finger...

and shattered. It looked like sparkling glass pixie dust there on the tiled floor.

One shopper graciously said, "I bet that's not the first time that's happened today".
Yeah.
I owe my children an apology.