The Beanhouse, almost all cleaned out, so forlorn.
(Sorry for the pics — camera phone and bad use of lighting on the photographer’s part, ahem.)
I now own those hanging stained glass lights.
I need to pick up these big ol’ plants this weekend.
The patio, empty of furniture — uhm, because I bought that, too. But people are still showing up to sit, even in their own beach chairs. Makes my heart ache, the loneliness here. These are just three random people I watched from a distance. They were not together; they were just sitting, completely separate, at the place that used to be their place.
That last picture is quite sad.
i can’t wait to see pics of your new place.
You must be just working your ass off right now.
More power, hon. Silent prayers going out across the internet. Have fun with it. And, oh yeah, love the name. Veddy, veddy cultured.
You need to start a picture-phone gallery. That last one is just… perfect.
you will make them a new, better place. they won’t miss the Beanhouse after Boheme is up and swinging. i love calling it that, like it’s my little coffee house. oh, i’m going down to Boheme to get some gluten-free hot chocolate (it’s cold here right now)…
btw, that is exactly what i pictured your Beanhouse looking like.
The Beanhouse was bigger than I had pictured.
I’m happy for you that you’re doing this and I’m even happier that you’re taking us along with you on this journey. I’ve sometimes had an inkling of desire to start my own business, but I’ve never had the courage. This is a vicarious joy.
That last picture breaks my heart. I am so glad you are giving these people a new place that will be “their place.” And it will be YOUR place. I am still so excited for you!
Wow, you bought a LOT of stuff…
Boheme will be so much better, because it will be you –
your warmth, your humor, your quirky way of looking at the world.
Beanhouse – what Beanhouse?
Sal — You’re very sweet, thank you.