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Do You Fear the Crate and Barrel Catalog?

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Know what I dread? Deadlines at work? Paying rent? First dates? Looking at myself naked in bright light? My birthday? Well, yes, come to think of it, all of those things… but what I really, really dread is Crate and Barrel Catalog- In- the- Mail -Day.

I effing hate Crate and Barrel.

To save you the agony of actually having to look at the Catalog, I have paraphrased all 67 beautiful, glossy, air brushed pages of the “January Inspiration 2013” edition below:

Blah, blah, blah look at all these perfect people, blah blah, you’ll never be able to afford all these pretty things you want and if you can, you’ll outfit your house in all of it and hate yourself for being a sell-out yuppy… blah, blah, blah, what do you mean you only have red and white wine glasses, don’t you have separate glassware for Cabernet, Burgundy, Bordeaux, Zinfandel, Pinot Noir, Rose’,Chardonnay, Viognier, Sparkling and Sweet Wine?!?! YOU LOSER!! Blah blah, buy some crap you don’t need from Crate and Barrel, yeah!

Since I am not lucky enough to have someone paraphrase the catalog for me (YOU’RE WELCOME!!), I am forced to look at it myself and look at it I do!!! And carefully, at every agonizing page.  I have outlined how this usually plays out, using photos I stole illegally off the internet (something the perfect, law-abiding people in the  C&B catalog would NEVER do):

Crate and Barrel Catalog Day

Internal Monologue:

Aww that snow is so beautiful.  Look how happy they seem. Why did I leave NH, again? I could totally live there.  I’d snuggle up with my hot cocoa wine and a $3,000 Crate and Barrel throw on my $10,000 leather chair and I’d gaze off into the snow out the windows with the fire blazing beside me. Kind of like this:

 

crate and barrel january inspiration catalog leather chair throw wish I was her fml

 

Life would be perfect and serene.  And sometimes I’d have friends over in my oh-so-cute and professionally designed log-cabin and we would do game night and drink drinks out of our fancy glasses that we got at Crate and Barrel.  And we would totally get along, and not fight at game night like my friends now do.  It would be so great and perfect and totally expensive.   Kind of like this:

Crate and Barrel Slumber party Snowed in January catalog

Then, as the catalog suggests, we would all have a slumber party since the roads were disappearing in silent drifts of snow, and my perfect and helpful fiancé (of course we aren’t MARRIED yet, silly- we still have to register for a whole bunch more shit we don’t need at Crate and Barrel) would fluff pillows for our friends.

 

Crate and Barrel Belo queen sheet

Aww. Isn’t he cute? So helpful all the time. I know! Totally a keeper.  Then, we would go to bed and sleep on our 4 million thread count sheet cloud of a bed, and of course we  would cuddle all night (Chip likes to, he says it brings us closer, having our hearts beating next to each other).

 

Crate and Barrel Breakfast perfect

 

When we wake up, we host a perfect breakfast spread for our overnight guests on beautiful plates and we aren’t hungover at all from staying up all night. In fact, we’re showered and dressed head to toe in Vineyard Vines clothes, and we’re lively and ready to have another perfect and preppy day together! Let’s go play in the snow! Yay!

*****************At this point, I’d be about ¾ finished a bottle of wine, picking up the phone to call my sister.

“Hey, sis- what’s up?”  I can hear my niece yelling in the background.

“Oh, not much….just wanted to let you know, I decided to move back to New England.”

“What?…..Kailee, stop that, get down!  Tracy, you aren’t moving back to New England! I mean, I want you back here more than anyone but…you hate it here! Where is this coming from?”

“It’s not coming from anywhere, I just. I just think it’s the right thing to do.  I’ve given it a lot of thought and, you know, Chip and I have been living in California for a long time now and we just miss the snow. I think it would be good for us to get back to our roots. I want the fireplace, and Bordeaux wine glasses. Besides, Chip’s flannel shirts stick out like a sore thumb here and I’m sick of being hungover at breakfast. So…I’m ready. I’m buying a log cabin and we’re doing it.”

Rustling sounds, I hear Kailee screech again in the background.  “Tracy! What did I tell you about the Crate and Barrel catalog?! There is no Chip, you’re not moving to NH and…. You don’t even know what a Bordeaux glass is…look, I gotta go, Kailee is getting wild. Call me in an hour when you’re out of wine and come to your senses. Seriously. Put the catalog down!!”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I mumble as I flip the page.

Right before the phone hangs up, I catch, “Your auntie is crazy, K. Now time for your bath.” Click.

“I do TOO know what a Bordeaux glass is!” I grumble. It lets younger wines breathe, and the thin rim lets wine flow onto the tongue slowly. Anyone with access to a C&B catalog would know that. Bitch!

Before I give myself a chance to get totally depressed, I continue toward the end of the catalog and something catches my eye. Is that one too many glasses of wine or do I see two men dining together?

OMG. GAYS!! THERE ARE REAL LIVE GAYS IN CRATE & BARREL!!! Well, at least real live guys posing at gays or maybe they are but that’s not the point! Look at these two love birds! Hail to the gays! Hip, hip, horray for C & B – It’s about freaking time!!!

Crate and Barrel Gay love

Three cheers for the queers!!! I’m so excited I don’t know what to do with myself. So I flip to the next page and I’m even more giddy! Just look at these guys. They’re so happy together. Drinking wine and making spaghetti from scratch, I bet they are having a deep discussion about their feelings or politics or how much they missed each other during the day and how much they appreciate each other and all their millions of dollars worth of Crate and Barrel shit they’re going to register for with their upcoming Nantucket wedding.

Crate and Barrel gays three cheers for the queers

By now I’m practically peeing myself and my log cabin life and Chip are completely forgotten (he was kind of a d-bag anyway and not to be shallow but he wore way too much flannel for my liking).  Now, thanks to Crate and Barrel, all I want is to be a perfectly groomed, spaghetti-making metro gay man.

 Oh no, not this again!!

 

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12 Responses to Do You Fear the Crate and Barrel Catalog?

  1. Florence Henderson says:

    I don’t know what to say! I kept thinking that’s how I felt about the Martha Stewart Life, too OCD for me!

  2. Rhymes w/ Punt says:

    Jesus H… I’d hate to see what happens when the Pottery Barn catalog comes!
    Luv ya!

  3. Cassie says:

    Tracy, I think I’m going to be laughing my way into work after reading this! I’ll never look at another Crate and Barrel catalog the same. I’ll probably be delivering them in the mail today and you know who I’ll be thinking of all day long!!! Love the ending– that cheered me up, too! That still won’t make me buy anything, though, ’cause I’ve never been able to afford that effing expensive stuff either!

  4. Jess says:

    Wow here is a new side to you. I mean not the wine drinking crying Tracy; we all know and love her. But the move back to NH reading crate and barrell Tracy? What is happening?

  5. Not A Bug says:

    Did that story about the NH wedding with the snow falling get you thinking about moving back there with Chip? It really was beautiful. Thanks for the smiles. Waiting for the “singing sanos” story. XOXO

  6. Julianne says:

    Love your internal monologue! It is totally what everyone thinks…even if it only lasts a minute (or much longer)!! Too funny 😉

  7. Love this! I heard about the gay page in this catalog, but I hadn’t it yet. HUGE PROPS to C&B for doing it. Now if only this shit were more regular and we wouldn’t even pause when we saw it. Some day. Oh, and so glad you dumped Chip. With a name like that, you just know he’s a douchebag.

  8. Betty says:

    Found your post on BlogHer. Hilarious! Love your honest writing style.

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