BEFORE: Before it was ours, one-half of our space was a Bureau of Motor Vehicles (I actually got my driver's license here at the age of sixteen), then a golf shop, then a bead shop. The other half was a nail salon with Pepto Bismol pink walls. Those had to go.
AFTER: Practically everything in the space was altered in a major way before we moved in. We had a new ceiling installed and new flooring laid, new lighting (cans, tracks, and chandeliers), new electrical put in exactly where I specified (unfortunately I overlooked the bathroom, so because we are outlet-less in there, we can never plug in a lamp, a fragrance burner, or even my straightening iron! Now how did a girl with naturally curly hair overlook that one?) Walls were torn down and new walls were constructed. A utility closet was cleverly concealed. We then painted the walls--and I mean all the walls--not one, not two, not three, not four, but FIVE TIMES. Yes, we really did.
BEFORE: And on the other side of the shop, take a look at the area that would become our Boudoir. Did I mention the old Pepto pink walls?
AFTER: The pink is gone, but the thrill? No, we've still got a few thrills.
BEFORE: Then one day...the electrical was finished, the drywall was up and plastered, the floor was laid, and all the construction workers moved on to their next job site, taking their gear and their royal mess with them. And we finally began to...move in!!!
BEFORE: And there she is, folks, the intrepid proprietor, working at retrieving a paint chip from this circa 1880s table. We thought we might try to match this color for our walls. We took said paint chip to the paint store, had it mixed, slapped it up there, AND!...no. As I said, we painted our walls FIVE TIMES.
AND EVER AFTER: See how this next photo is a bit fuzzy? I don't mind it that way. It's a bit imperfect, like life, like shopkeeping, like appointing your home should be. Never too studied, always desirous of a relaxed effect. I like to think of this photo as resembling one of a carousel rider. The carousel is gorgeous, gilded, whimsical, and a place where you can let your hair down. The rider remains in motion, free and easy and always with a little 'wheeee!' in the back of her throat. I hope The Blissful creates a similar experience for our customers. And this carousel rider? She's good for another few thousand rides. Here she is, about to yell to the operator: Keep going! I want to stay on! We hope you'll join us this Friday, Saturday, and Sunday as we celebrate the one-year anniversary of The Blissful. Those of you who subscribe to our e-mail list, watch out for a GAWGEOUS (channeling Savannah, Georgia) new annnouncement in your Inbox this week. (To sign up for our e-mail list, send a blank e-mail with the word 'Subscribe' in the subject heading to firstname.lastname@example.org and we'll gladly add you to our list.) Click here to view details about this weekend's event.
Thank you to all of our customers, locally and around the U.S., who have supported The Blissful in our first year in Canton. May there be many more!