No, the visions are once again of the home furnishings store I have dreamed about opening for as long as I can remember. The visions are coming at full speed as I am faced with major changes in life professionally and seek to make geographic and social changes as well. Tonight, the particular vision is a table for sale at the Salvation Army I've been drooling over for a month now. Very large, round, low to the ground with a sleek profile, sexy legs, and a paint job that looks like it belongs on a Geo Spectrum. (That one is for Ginger, who was pushing his dead Spectrum up the State Street Hill while I hid in the back seat mortified on the way to a high school football game circa 1999.)
I want that table.
In fact, the want may have morphed into a need given the time I have spent thinking about it. I want it painted in a marine-grade HIGH gloss white lacquer paint as smooth as can be. I then want to use brushed metal upholstery tacks to attach a hammered strip of galvanized metal around the edge of the tabletop. The thing is- I want to make it and bring it to life, and then have someone else fall in love with it the way I already have and invite it into their home.
I want to sell it.
In a store front that I have envisioned perfectly in my head. A store for which I have been collecting snapshots, magazine rip-outs, and mental images for years upon years. A store that I have spent many a weekend pretend buying fixtures and display hardware for at wholesale auctions and store closings. In fact, today while washing my hands (and humming Happy Birthday- tis germ season) in a bookstore restroom, I decided on my bathroom set-up and paint colors. I don't want to give it all away, but you can count on my store's bathroom to have a chalkboard wall.
So the question now is how to bring those visions to life?
