A Richmond Year

Finally made it to the Stony Point mall (”Stoney Pointe Fashione Parke”). Another outdoor mall, as was pointed out here. Not very inviting this time of year.

I went twice, actually. The first time was with The Boy to check it out. He asked why there were plants in the fountain. “It’s a fake fountain,” I explained.

He asked if we could go on the balcony overlooking the walkways. “It’s a fake balcony,” I explained.

He asked about the giant Christmas tree. “It’s a fake tree,” I explained.

A lot of nice shops — Restoration Hardware, yay! — but on my second trip it was a lot colder and I just wanted to buy The Wife’s gifts and get out before I froze. The woman at Movado said hello as I walked by, and suggested that I consider a purchase there.

Considering that A) Movado watches don’t keep time any better than any other brand, B) they really don’t look any nicer, and C) no one wears a watch in the age of cell phones and ubiquitous clocks — well, I passed it by.