Roots – Venice Beach

So, the boy wanted to get me a new purse. Apparently, I wasn’t rocking a good look with the Coach backpack that had worn to death. He says disparaging remarks about it, lovingly. I think.
A new Coach bag? Holy crap — do you know how expensive they are? Not being someone super into materials– that just seems criminal to me. I’d rather spend that kind of cash for amazing seats at a concert. But I digress.
He happens upon Roots in Beverly Hills and gets excited about possibilities for my belated holiday gift. OK, yeah… I’m impressed — what I see from afar looks like excellent quality, kinda funky but real style. Not showing. Claasssy casual? I give him points.
So then he travels to Venice Beach. This is where my needing to Unilocal comes in.
You see, dear reader, I am in Boston. He is in Santa Monica. And I hate shopping.
When he gets to the Venice store… he starts sending me pictures. He’s modelling backpacks… some random woman is modeling backpacks and posing to show me what they look like ‘for real’.
Emails and attachments come. My responses, some purely exclaiming joy at the effort, get sent out.
Then the phone rings. Its the woman in the shop, the one who models on the side. She is a pure delight and wanting to do everything to help bring my needs to their goods, and my fiancé’s understanding.
I explain a bit. She understands. She says they’ll take some more pics. I wait.
The next round comes. She calls me again.
She was so very helpful and genuine. He bought two bags with absolutely no perceived pressure from the staffer. I’m excited, he’s excited. She deserves big kudos … even though I neglected to get her name.
Shopping was fun this way.