Pottery Barn addict is in a real fix

Every junkie has her jones. A smoker likes her cigarettes. A tippler likes her wine. Any addict needs her fix.
Mine is Pottery Barn. Pottery Barn catalogs, to be exact. I’ve heard rumors that there are actual Pottery Barn STORES somewhere. Giant mecca-like structures where one can sniff, touch, and wipe spots of their own drool off ACTUAL POTTERY BARN FURNITURE AND ACCESSORIES.
I have not been able to follow-through on looking into this, however, because I always get a little week-kneed and lightheaded at the very thought.
Imagine, if you will, the same reaction a choca-holic would have to, say, a Washington Monument-sized piece of premium cocoa. THAT’S how I feel about the rumors of an actual Pottery Barn store.