I used to have a store—back in the ’90s. It was fun and a headache and it made me happy and frustrated. I’ve always wanted to have another one and have toyed with the idea for years. It got to be such an obsession that a dear friend started calling it my “imaginary store” to remind me that my thoughts were rather deluded.
Well, the imaginary store has some bones. I got tired of talking about it. Time to act. Stay tuned for future updates but for now, here is a pic of it coming to fruition: