I’ve always dreamed of having an atelier full of the the softest, simplest, prettiest things for gals. (Atelier is a fancy french word for showroom/studio)
In my dreams the atelier is run by elves when I’m off on my rambling adventures. And they procure lily pads with blooming lilies in big green ceramic pots. Fairy dust packets for attaching to little girl dresses and pumpkins by the truck load.
Together the elves and I churn out brown paper packages surrounded by fairy lights and clothes racks full of warmth and kind hands in winter and gossamer dreams and breezes in the summer.
Meet my new space. Interviewing elves. Setting up spaces and starting out new.
More to come later.