There’s something about these small-town stores. They carry everything; books, art supplies, furniture, candy.
The baubles, the African statues, the organic catnip tins, the esoteric wire sculptures, they all go home with someone. Some of them will be thrown out in less than a year, others become heirlooms passed from generation to generation.
In all their tiny beauty, they make a difference.
The people who work there are never the same, but there’s always one thing that’s consistent. You can see the innocence in their faces, a warm feeling of rustic integrity. They all say hi, and go back to what they were doing, never minding your wandering presence in the store. I think I’d like to be one of these people some day. Maybe when I retire.
Selling dreams.
Like your blog…
can’t remember how I stumbled upon it.
Do you still have your kitten?
Are you really only 25?
25 going on 45
hehehe
cheers, from van city
Thanks! I take your age question as a good compliment. I don’t seem to relate to many my age nowadays.
My kitten has become a really fat cat, there are tons of pictures of her in the miscellaneous photo category.
I’m glad you’re still taking photographs and I love this design style. I haven’t visited in a while.
yes, age query is a compliment.
You must be an ‘old soul’ to see the world as you do at a mere 25
most 25 yr. olds are only interested in a quick buck & a quick lay and whatever intoxicant comes next..
no reflection of any kind, other than whatever they think they see in a mirror.
sorry your cat became so fat.
Cheers, Amy
Thanks, to the both of you. You should get your site up again, Phae.
It’s funny that you say “mere 25″. Sometimes, when I’m trying to decide between extra mortgage payments or more RRSP contributions, I feel really old.
Dolly is on a diet now (both type of food and amount), but I’m not sure it’s working. She seems to be happy either way, which is what matters to me.