Ever since I was about five, I’ve always wanted to have a store. That was always my big grown up dream … but it never involved a big grown up store. The image of the perfect shop has been pretty consistent since Sesame Street was my primary form of entertainment. And with that inspiration, it would be on a street like this. It would have an awning outside and an old kelly green door that sort of creaked and rang a bell when you entered. It would smell like gardenias and old wood. And it would be filled with pretty things and candy. My friends and I would sit in the back of the store all day and play cards and talk to visitors. Oh and everyone who came in would get a sugar cookie. I never knew what the name of this store would be, but it would have the word shop in it that wasn’t spelled like shoppe. Because that’s ridiculous.