Some people talk about their kids. Others, their hobbies. Shopaholics talk about shopping malls. Of course.
My love affair with Sherway Gardens supersedes every relationship I’ve had in my life in terms of longevity and lust. (Well, perhaps my parents could be up there with the whole longevity thing… but Sherway Gardens is a very close second.)
It all began in April, 1978. I was born at the Queensway General Hospital (now known as Trillium Health Centre) which gosh darn it, happens to be RIGHT ACROSS THE STREET from Sherway Gardens. You know how some infants turn towards the light? Or the sound of mommy’s voice? It’s a well documented fact that I turned towards the mall.
Years later, even after my family moved from Etobicoke to Mississauga, I still remember making the trek to “Simpsons” and “Eatons”. This was, of course, pre-Square One (gasp!) so driving 25 minutes to the nearest mall did not seem out of the ordinary. Of course, after being treated to Square One, which was literally around the corner from my childhood home, I began to forget about Sherway Gardens; opting instead to hang out at Mississauga’s destination for mallrats which was conveniently only a 5-minute bus ride away.
But then I met hubby (who was merely “boyfriend” at the time – that is, boyfriend with a bangin’ loft a stone’s throw from Sherway Gardens). I am not ashamed to admit I moved in after knowing him for about 10 minutes.
Alas, all good things must come to an end (the condo, not hubby and I) and once again I found myself in the ‘burbs – this time with a husband and family. So whenever we pop into my most favourite mall, like, ever, it’s always a treat! Yesterday we decided to spend a dull winter day cheered up by the sights and sounds of fashion.
Ah, Holt Renfrew. You do hold a special place in my heart. As much as I love your forward fashion designers, your revolutionary beauty lines and your avant-garde accessories, I cannot afford a damned thing in your store.
Above: Me posing in Holt Renfrew. Isn’t this sparkly tank SO ME? Alas, with a price tag of $310.00, I decided it was SO someone else.
Next, I passed The Art of Flowers, a fixture in the mall for decades. Lillies, gerbera daisies and roses from this little kiosk have brightened my home countless times. Quite simply the easiest way to make any day a special occasion.
Hello Mr. Weitzman. I was vaguely spellbound by the “Save up to 70%” sign in the window but decided to pass, reasoning that once inside, I’d have little control over my shopaholic tendencies (and didn’t strictly need animal-print boots).
On to Legs Beautiful, one of my very favourite stops at Sherway Gardens. It is a such a feel-good girly store, I normally grab at least a pair or two of novelty stockings. Yesterday, I was eyeing the featured looks for Valentine’s Day. LOVE.
A very necessary stop for Timmies coffee, ridiculously long lineup and all. Only 18 people ahead of me!
We enjoyed our coffees by the famous water fountains. Many pennies – and many wishes – have been cast into those waters over the years. Come to think of it, I could probably take back my pennies for “I wish for bigger boobies”, “I wish Danny would notice me” and “I wish mom would buy me that Beaver Canoe sweatshirt”.
Moving on. There was a Samsung Android in front of Bell. We tried to get Ryder to give him (it?) a high-five, but this is as close as he would venture. Can’t say I blame him.
“At the center, a 1,600 square foot promotional court, named Sherway Square, is infused with natural light from a 31 foot high skylight. This was, and continues to be, the heart of the centre’s activities including fashion shows, community events and other promotional activities.” Although yesterday… not so much.
However, I did receive an uninterrupted view of BCBG Max Azria’s promotional signage.
Of course, when one visits a shopping mecca, one must take the time to worship at the altar of one of its finest chapels. Beauty, thy name is Sephora.
Then I passed by my old obsession…
And skipped two doors down to my new obsession.
Just $295, this has birthday present written all over it. #want
All in all, a splendid afternoon spent at one of the happiest (and hippest) places on earth. Love the mashup of posh, practical and Pottery Barn. (And in case you were wondering, I wasn’t compensated by Sherway Gardens to gush about them. Just a good ol’ #fangirl.)