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With wallpaper like that, I’d think I was a polar bear. Or, I’d think that I was at the house of some country bumpkin granny who is serving me scones with clotted cream and a bucket of hot tea. If any of you have a gran like that, tell her I’m looking for a surrogate grandmother.
Besides such brilliant wallpaper, this place has nothing but unicorn horns and dragons and shoes. Lots of shoes. Shoes like the closet of Imelda Marcos. But not just any old shoes, no. These shoes are fun. Fun like a carnival. Fun like reading this review (oooh yes… how I do flatter myself). I like their shoes. I like mine too. In the window was a pair of short books with a thing and colorful knit surface as well as some footwear by one of my favorite companies (wonderful for their humored and creative designs) Irregular Choice. Although the place is a bit pricey, one can always shoplift. (Ok. I was just trying to throw you a side winder. AKA That is a joke. The only kind of illegal activity I support is… well since I know you’re the police, I can’t tell you).
Anyhow, this place is nice like sugar and spice, but not somewhere that blows me out of the water like the spouting of a whale.
Tell your gran to call. I’m starved for some good lemon scones.