Liz S.
Yelp
Nest is me and I am Nest. We have a longstanding love affair that is as passionate as a screen kiss, and as strong as the Eiffel Tower. We stroll along the Seine together, holding hands and eating a delicious confection, wrapped in colorful cashmere scarves while we hold our heads close and whisper things that only the two of us know. When Nest and I are together, magic happens. The rest of the world disappears.
The moment I step inside Nest, I am transported into the world of all things tactile. The colors, the textures - so rich, so lovely - everything is washed, filigreed, glazed, etched, tea-stained, and hand-dipped. It truly is like a French Flea Market - found objects from around the globe, brought together in a way that is rustically elegant, beautifully appointed, and very very French.
From the gorgeous quilts to the hand-blocked tablecloths (similar to those found at Williams Sonoma, but much less Provencal and more eclectic) to the Alize-style pottery to the decoupage trays, Nest has a wonderful assortment of treasures. I have bought some of my favorite books there, like the one I bought today "Sunday Suppers at Lucques", as well as many gifts, unique stationary, and countless objects of desire.
My adjectives overflow when it comes to Nest. I can't help it. It is like the way you smile when you see your true love - it comes from inside. Nest affects me that way, as I find myself wandering up and down the narrow aisles of the store, touching this and that, taking it all in. I spend money that I don't have there because I just have to have a little part of this store to keep with me when I go home. When I buy a gift there (their gift wrap is great), I have to struggle to give it up. It's hard to share. But you can't keep Nest in a cage - it won't be kept. I'm just thankful to know Nest, and to fall into its open arms from time to time.
Ah, l'amour, l'amour. Que c'est delicieux. Je ne peux pas resister.