My journal has remained open to the next fresh sheet for a full 30 minutes. I want to write. Or sketch. Or pen a letter. Or pick up Grimms’ Fairy Tales lying nearby, or the stack of Trivial Pursuit cards to entertain myself. But this sweet little window seat, tucked in the very corner of this cafe, is inherently enough. I’m taking in every picture perfect detail, taking sips while I shift my gaze to people watch.

The barista, with one properly waxed mustachio in place, serves up delicate rosettas in eclectic 70’s china. Bare bulbs encased in Mason jars hang suspended, illuminating the mismatched seats at the oversized, Thanksgiving table.
Quirky, campy art adorns the walls in a stylized collage–
Sparrows cross stitched upon a sprig of reg blossoms.
A watercolor of the family dog stuffed into an astronaut’s suit.
Plenty of old fashioned ships with high, white sails to blow lazily through the space.
A Mary Poppins lamp and a vintage record player complete the look, with a geranium red radiator to keep our eyes cozy in the corner.

This place is a hipster’s paradise, just waiting to be Instagrammed.
And with that: it’s earned it’s rightful place, inducted into my list of Happy Places & Beautiful Spaces.
Hurrah!

-K