Dreaming of a Shop

Cornerstone was my dream.

One of my best friends owned the building, 

decided to set up shop, and 

asked me to manage it.

It felt like mine.

The shop was open 

Thursday, Friday and Saturday.

  

I loved the brick walls.

I loved the staircase.

The building was full of character.

I loved going to auctions.

I loved digging in the box deals.

I loved making the old look new
and the new, old.

I loved creating sweet vignettes.

I loved making each spot feel like home. 

I didn't enjoy

the dusting, 

the cleaning, 

the vacuuming, 

the summer heat, 

the winter cold, 

and all that comes with maintaining an old building.

I LOVED the customers.

At first they were many.

In less than a year, 

we were struggling.

The little town was folding up

and decisions had to be made.

We closed shop, 

then another closed, 

and then another.

My dream and vision folded with it.  

My kids say, 

"Bring it all to Nashville, Flea Market every 4th Saturday

rent a small booth and you'll be in business."  

Maybe the dream is not too far off.

What does your dream look like?


Bonnie:)