Most people know that ‘SoHo‘ refers to a shopping mecca in New York City. It’s a haven for fun accessories and clothing at reasonable price points (also available at unreasonable price points, if that’s your thing). One weekend during my last year in New Jersey, I took the train up to meet my sister and we shopped the heck out of SoHo’s accessory stores. We each went home loaded up with cute, inexpensive jewelry and street pashminas (the acrylic imitation pashminas sold in every color by street vendors on every corner).
Since I moved to Texas, I had heard tales of a similar shopping mecca right here in Houston, on Harwin St. With my sister in town, I finally had the accomplice I needed, and off we went. We spent an enormous amount of time at the very first shopping center we tried and emerged victorious.
Nothing you can buy here is amazing quality, but that’s not why you go. This is fashion fast food. You go because you need just the right jewelry and clutch to go with tonight’s outfit, and you don’t care if they’re painted with lead and made out of plastic.
We cleaned up for ourselves and picked up a few gifts. The following combined haul set us back about $75, no haggling:
As I told my sister, although I love Houston, I used to be a little sad that I could no longer hop a train and shop SoHo. But now I can drive there, it’s climate-controlled, and the prices are even better. Have I died and gone to heaven?
