The fam was in town this past weekend. We all piled in the car (yes! CAR!) to attend a small and delightful wedding expo thinger. The chic and indie wedding show gave us a taste of bite-sized brisket, vintage pin-ups, and such a lovely script. Yet I couldn't help but notice the space - a very cool industrial-turned-entrepreneurial warehouse.
I would love to work in a space like this. The quiet, open hallways - with brick and vents and NEON - opened onto gently marked doorways. There was even an indoor bike rack! And, most importantly, this building is about a...um...seven minute bus ride from my house.
So far my shiniest employment option is Ballroom Dance Chicago but I don't think I have the technical expertise...yet. I'll have to see what else is in the space because I think Mr. Sketch (that blurry finger up there) would kill me if I contacted The Dark Angel of T-Shirts...
See more of the neon sign fun HERE and HERE.
Take one photograph,
trade thought for order and words,
call it Worth the Week.
trade thought for order and words,
call it Worth the Week.
4 comments:
Girl's gotta dream-- aim for the stars and all that -- zooom! Does sound like a nice dream!
You can work for them, but only as a super secret spy to make us money :)
Seems to me you wanted to be a dance teacher when you grew up...
I totally agree with that --work for it.
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