So, there I stood in the Perfumery of Liberty department store in London – my eyes darting from one corner to the other looking for my husband.  I had left him an hour earlier on the third floor with a handful of items to purchase as I sprinted to the ground floor to find a new fabulous scent for myself.  In all of my excitement of having found the most marvelous department store, I managed to cross my wires with Tim and apparently wasn’t exactly clear as to where I would be heading.  In my defense, how could I concentrate?  I had just found my very own shopping paradise and I only had a short time before closing.  My eagerness to leave my sweet husband on line (queue as they say in London) and continue shopping led to me standing in the Perfumery for an hour, glancing at my watch, waiting for Tim to walk by and praying he wouldn’t be too mad that we had lost each other due to my shopping A.D.D.  Let’s just say, a similar incident in Rome last year left me standing outside of Prada as my husband wondered the streets looking for me…  hmmm, there might be a trend here!   And as if the situation couldn’t have been worse, a lovely sales lady saw me pacing and looking for someone and asked if I was okay.  I simply explained that I was waiting for my husband and he had been missing for over an hour… well not the best thing to say!  The next thing I know security was approaching me and asking for a description of my husband, this way they could spread out over the store to find him…. mortifying!!!!  I tried to assure them that I wasn’t a lost “little girl” and that I would be fine but they insisted.  As I stood giving a description of him…  army green jacket, blond hair, blue eyes… I couldn’t believe I had gotten myself into this.  I really think my life is a Seinfeld episode sometimes.  And in case you are wondering why I just didn’t call Tim on the cell phone… it’s because he had my phone… I like to shop hands free!!!  Needless to say, Tim was found at the front entrance, chatting it up with two security guards and telling them the story about Rome and the incident last October.

The real shame of loosing Tim for an hour was for the majority of the time I stood in one place.  I figured if he was looking for me and I was looking for him.. we would keep passing each other like two ships in the night.  And by standing in one spot for so long, I missed out on an hour of shopping in the most fabulous department store I had ever been in!  I typically don’t care for department stores but I HEART Liberty… It’s not big like the others, the sales people are actually helpful, the clothing isn’t crammed onto racks and they even have their own haberdashery (fabric section).  Liberty is big enough to have everything you need but small enough to be manageable.  The floors are set up like mini boutiques carrying unique labels, many of which are from London and Paris.   And it is merchandised extremely well and I do love a pretty store…. Liberty is so pretty, I would live there.  As you can imagine, I did manage to pick up a few items beside the whole losing my husband debacle.   So, if you are visiting London be sure to stop by Liberty and see how I pursued my very own shopping happiness.  In the meantime, I gathered some images of both the store and my finds… and no I didn’t buy all of them… just some!

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Lauren

All items from Liberty of London