Octopi, fluffy pink chairs and Debbie Gibson
My original plan for today was to spend most of it sewing away like a madwoman in order to update the Boutique (which desperately needs it). But at the last minute, good friends of ours called to let us know they were coming into town, and my slave-to-the-sewing-machine plans changed. There was no way we would miss seeing them!
We decided to visit the Florida Aquarium, which Alex and I had never been to before, even though we’ve lived two miles away from it for almost a year now. It was just one of those things we never got around to doing before today. I could have sat in front of the octopus tank for hours, watching it gracefully suction-cup its way up the glass wall. What an amazing creature.
This store makes me smile. There is so much fun stuff to look at and play with and sit on.
They have a fuzzy pink chair that I would have bought in a heartbeat had there been anywhere in our apartment to put it. I mean, a fuzzy pink chair doesn’t exactly blend.
Alex tested out my — I mean their — pink chair and declared it both comfortable and fluffy. And pink.
Do not adjust your monitor. That is, indeed, a very, very orange room. And yes, that is a naked picture of Burt Reynolds hanging on the back wall. They have Naked Burt coasters and cutting boards as well. Did I mention I love this store?!
The front room is filled with wigs, kitchy sunglasses and racks of vintage and vintage-inspired clothes, like Debbie Gibson t-shirts and floor-length dashikis.
After parting ways with our friends, I decided to try to get some sewing done when I got home. I had a wonderful new design floating around in my head for a brand new pleated slouchy bag, and when I sketched it out on paper, it looked even better than it did in my head!
So I measured and cut and ironed and pleated and sewed and started getting really excited, and then……yuck. The final product looked just awful. And awkward. I’m pretty sure I know what went wrong, and I have some thoughts on how to improve it, but I just didn’t have the energy to start from scratch tonight. Maybe tomorrow.