I have always wanted a shop. It's in my blood. My Great-Grandfather had a wagon-making business in Elim. My Grandfather had a general dealers in the Eastern Cape, called Rademeyer & Saffrey. My Great Aunt Lil had Haskings Bottle Store and Tobacco Depot. I loved the smell of those cloth bags filled with Boxer Tobacco.
So, the other day, I opened a shop. It's virtual for now (though it lives in my head in sparkling technicolor... and is packed away in my
Grandfather's wardrobe).
Grandfather's wardrobe).
And who knows...
the way to climb a mountain and all of that.
Horror Vacui - the shop to fill your empty spaces.
Perfect name. When you get your physical shop, could it have a stoep, so that when I'm old I can come and sit and drink coffee and skinner on it?
ReplyDeleteDeal!
ReplyDeleteand by the way, for a little while, I considered calling it "Boeretroos"
did I say it, or did I just think it. the shop is perfect in every way. the archivist and the auctioneer are there alongside the artist, the photographer and the designer. the shopkeeper reigns supreme I imagine. either way, you have one helluva team, I hope they all have coffee together first thing on a monday morning. a stoep would be perfect, one with ferns growing out the cracks in the flagstones by the leiwater.
ReplyDeletethank you Ms T!
ReplyDeleteand just so you know, there's always a cup of coffee with your name on it, and perhaps a dish of apple crumble.