Shopaholic Ties the Knot (Shopaholic #3) 42
Exactly.
OK, so perhaps I should have realized that lots of brides might want to register at Tiffany. And this is a very busy time of day, and they only have so many members of staff available at one time. I told them it was an emergency, and I have to say, they were very sympathetic, but even so, they couldn’t fit me in right at that moment. They asked if I could possibly come back at two o’clock, or tomorrow.
But I’m working at two o’clock. And tomorrow I’ll be so busy, I already know I won’t get a proper lunch hour. God, how are you supposed to plan a wedding and have a job at the same time? As I walk back to Barneys, I’m fizzing with frustration. Now that I’ve decided to register, I can’t wait a minute longer. I want to do it now, while I’m all excited, and before anyone goes and buys us a green decanter. I’m just wondering whether I should quickly call all our relations to let them know there will be a list… when my eye is caught by an ad for Crate and Barrel. “Walk right in and register,” it says, above a picture of a big shiny tea kettle.
I stop still in the middle of the street. There’s a huge Crate and Barrel about two minutes away. I mean, it’s not Tiffany — but it’s presents, isn’t it? It’s all cool pans and stuff… Oh, I’m going. I start to walk again, quicker and quicker, until I’m almost running down the sidewalk.
It’s only as I’m pushing my way into the store, out of breath, that I realize I don’t know anything about registering. In fact, I don’t know much about wedding lists at all. For Tom and Lucy’s wedding I chipped in with Mum and Dad, and Mum organized it all — and the only other person I know who’s got married is Suze, and she and Tarquin didn’t have a list.
I look randomly around the shop, wondering where to start. It’s bright and light, with colorful tables here and there laid out as though for dinner, and lots of displays full of gleaming glasses, racks of knives, and stainless-steel cookware.
As I wander toward a pyramid of shiny saucepans, I notice a girl in a high swingy ponytail who is going around marking things on a form. I edge nearer, trying to see what she’s doing, and spot the words “Crate and Barrel Registry” on the paper. She’s registering! OK, I can watch what she does.
“Hey,” she says, looking up. “You know anything about cookware? You know what this thing is?”
She holds up a pan, and I can’t help hiding a smile. Honestly. These Manhattanites don’t know anything. She’s probably never cooked a meal in her life!
“It’s a frying pan,” I say kindly. “You use it to fry things with.”
“OK. What about this?”
She holds up another pan with a ridged surface and two looped handles. Blimey. What on earth’s that for?
“I… um… I think it’s an… omelette… griddle… skillet… pan.”
“Oh, right.” She looks at it puzzledly and I back quickly away. I pass a display of pottery cereal bowls and find myself at a computer terminal marked “Registry.” Maybe this is where you get the forms.
“Welcome to Crate and Barrel,” says a cheerful message on the screen. “Please enter the choice you require.”
Distractedly I punch a few times at the screen. I’m half listening to a couple behind me arguing about plates.
“I just don’t want to be taupe stoneware,” the girl is saying almost tearfully.
“Well, what do you want to be?” retorts the man.
“I don’t know!”
“Are you saying I’m taupe stoneware, Marie?”
Oh God, I must stop eavesdropping. I look down at the screen again, and stop in surprise. I’ve arrived at the place where you look up people’s lists so you can buy them a gift. I’m about to press “Clear” and walk away, when I pause.
It would be quite cool to see what other people put down, wouldn’t it?
Cautiously I enter the name “R. Smith” and press “Enter.”
To my astonishment the screen starts filling up with a whole series of couples’ names.
Rachel Smith and David Forsyth, Oak Springs, Miss.
Annie M. Winters and Rod Smith, Raleigh, N.C.
Richard Smith and Fay Bullock, Wheaton, Ill.
Leroy Elms and Rachelle F. Smith…
This is so cool! OK, let’s see what Rachel and David chose. I press “Enter” and a moment later the machine starts spewing out pieces of paper.
Glass Caviar/Shrimp Server — 4
Footed Cake Platter with Dome — 1
Water Lily Bowl — 2
Classic Decanter 28 oz
Wow, that all sounds really nice. I definitely want a water lily bowl. And a shrimp server.