In a previous life, I worked in corporate communications at the South Florida Sun-Sentinel. At the time, I saw it as a safe bet where I could both make my rent and have real health insurance. It ended up being two and a half years of sheer comedy where I planned company picnics and wrote memos with topics such as "Due to recent cost-cutting initiatives..." Anyhow, the woman who held the position before me now owns this amazing antique store that is straight out of the pages of InStyle. I can only hope my future holds a similar creative fate.
After visiting the antique store, the second errand on my list was to buy a gift for Meredith's bachelorette party so I headed to, where else, the Fetish Factory. Apparently, not too many well-adjusted blondes are shopping for gag balls on Saturday afternoon because the purple-haired, pierced, Marilyn Manson tatted clerks were a bit too eerily nice. I'm thanking my lucky stars I didn't end up kidnapped in one of their basements wearing a rubber mask and making snuff films.