There is no way around it today... it's a mess out there. Schools in the area are canceled, so we too are taking the day off. We braved the elements this morning and headed out on foot to our favorite breakfast place. I being the blogging woman that I am, stuffed my camera into my puffy down coat on my way out the door. I've been meaning to capture these storefront windows for a while now. Today, in the torrential, freezing, windy rain, I did just so. I only wish I had captured a photo of Miss Sarah herself in her head to toe bright yellow slicker, shoveling inches of slushy snow from her sidewalk. The glamorous life of a proprietor.
Anyway, these windows... I've been drawn to these floating images for weeks now, admiring them as I ramble on by. Of course what Sarah is known for is her incredible hand made, natural fiber, clothing and bags. All made right here in her little shop, don't let the quaintness of it all fool you though. It takes some pretty industrious machines to sew up these seriously strong hemp bags. Her equipment (which you can peek at through the windows as you pass by) is the real deal, built to work hard and last for ages - just like every item that is born of them. I've got two of her bags so far - they are the best! Now I've got to get some of that clothing!
But those images in the window... I'm all over the place today, forgive me. We are re-doing the yoga studio in the weeks ahead and have a bit of window space to play with, nothing quite like these windows, but still enough that needs dressing up. As soon as I saw this idea I knew it needed to be borrowed. I shared that with Sarah this morning, and she gave all the credit for her windows to local college students who did the whole thing for her as a school project! Love that! So picture this; some yoga shots (I especially love the broken images across a couple of tiles), some solid tiles with words that speak to the practice of yoga, some nature shots. I hope it looks half as good as the windows at Cloth Works. What do you think?
So then we had to make our way up the hill to our home. This is the sidewalk, the regular old uphill sidewalk. Crazy I say, just crazy. Which reminds me... Sunday morning I taught a yoga class during which it poured rain, snowed extremely hard, and as we finished the sun was shining brightly.
Only in New England.
