Well, Deb asked an interesting question the other day:
What would you do with the space if time, money, whatever, were limitless?
You’d think that would be easy enough to answer, but it’s not. It’s difficult for me to think that way. Well, sure, I can daydream a little… If I won the lottery… I would build a 10-car garage and fill it with sportscars… I could spend one week a month in a new and exotic location… Wouldn’t it be nice? But I don’t really ever let it go too far — never anywhere near the realm of possiblity or maybe… and I’m too realistic (way too realistic, it’s almost a fault — I’m beginning to think that it’s sometimes crippling) to spend much time dreaming about stuff that doesn’t have half a chance… where would I get the money… unless I win the lottery… enter practical smackdown. It’s actually a bit of an exercise.
But, you know? Deb asked… and it’s a good question… and why the hell not. What WOULD I do with it if I had no worries about how to buy it, fix it up, keep it, pay any of my other bills (one more college loan on the horizon) or worry about retirement? (Oy, that’s a lot to set aside!) But, okay, I can do this…
What would I do with it… what would be in it… what do *I* want to do… what do I *like* to do? Here’s what I came up with, it’s a wild a whacky combo (but remember, there’s lots of space — and ohmygod, money is not a concern):
part yarn store
part book store
part French bakery
part photo studio
part incredibly high quality local and unique gifty-boutiquey-tiny bit of really great clothing store
part open studio/hang-out space for sometimes playing around with or dyeing fiber, with lots of room to sit and knit with customers and friends
a place, even, for kids — older kids who are frustrated and maybe they’re sick to death of video games and My Space (will that ever happen?) and they just need some room — to come and play around with being creative… with paint, pictures, paste, pastels and paper, a typewriter
there’d have to be coffee and tea (to go with the bakery), but not a coffee shop.
And I’d live upstairs in one of the apartments.
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