Pretty on the Inside.

You know the Christmas tree in the Charlie Brown Christmas special? How at first it's kind of sickly, and Chuck's all depressed (Tough luck, Chuck!), and then someone says "It's not a bad tree, Charlie Brown. It just needs a little love." That's how I'd like you to view these pictures. The store just needs a little love. And like real love, in-store love starts with sledgehammers. Next week, we start hammering our store with love.

I was in the store for about a half hour yesterday before realizing the power was on, thus this Tunnel of Light shot of our front room, which will serve as the retail space. That blue door there leads to the basement, which we'll talk about later. It also marks about where the register and espresso machine will be.

Shot through a window that will soon cease to exist, this will be our listening room. We're removing about 10 feet of wall to open it up to the front room, and that countertop on the right side is not long for this world. Hopefully (details are working themselves out) this room will be furnished with swanky stuff from Habitat of Ithaca. Or my grandma's old couch. Time will tell.



This is the creepy surgical steel tattoo chair left by the former tenants. If anyone knows anyone who needs one of these, we promise to not ask what for. Otherwise, this billy is ebay bound, cause it gives me the howling fantods.


Here we see nature introducing itself to the inside of our store via the space between two window sections. Part of me want to say, "Way to go, nature!" Part of me wants to smoke cigarettes and cry. All things considered, a minor intrusion of nature is pretty minor, and could be seen as a good omen. Somehow.


Lastly but not leastly, here is the kindly and psychedelic visage of Brian Wilson (thanks Erik!), watching over it all like machines of loving grace.