Oh Kitson, you disappoint me.

Long long ago (about 6 years to be precise) I discovered an adorable boutique on Robertson. It was filled with baubles that made perfect gifts and awesome items for my wish list. On any given table, prices ranged from $10 to $500, and I never failed to find something I wanted. The staff were friendly and even remembered my un-famous, but friendly face the first two years that I shopped there. They were the first place I found Me & Ro jewelry - to this day one of my favorite lines. It's name was Kitson and it was great.

But sadly, this is not the Kitson of today. Sure it seems like it must be the BEST STORE ON EARTH - according to People and In Style's photos, a celebrity buys something there every 5 minutes. But do not be misled.
First of all, there's the rope.
A velvet rope so I can stand in line in order to shop and give them money.
No.
Then there's the merchandise.
Gone are the days of hidden gems in every corner of the store. Now you can choose from piles of "TEAM ______" (insert catfighting celebrity name here) or stacks of $300 jeans to be paired with cashmere sweaters adorned with tinkerbell and mickey. There is still some jewelry and gifty items but they lack the luster they used to have. How many mud flap girl necklaces does anyone really need? But mostly, the inside of the store just looks like a tornado ran through it. It's not quite as bad as when Urban Outfitters has a sale, but it's close. And it's not pleasant.

So I say, no thank you, Kitson. You had my love but you threw it away for some famous faces. I'll be going elsewhere for my fabulous gifts for my fantastic friends.

I'd say let's stay friends but we both know that won't happen. When we pass each other on Robertson, I'll make eye contact, you'll give me the nod, and I'll continue on my merry way over to Nanette Lepore and the Newsroom. And don't worry, I'll try to avoid stepping on any of the swarms of paparazzi that hungrily wait for scraps by the front door.