There's a little storefront in downtown Ballard that I always revel at as I walk by. I didn't even know the name of the store (turns out it's Souvenir) until today. Every time I walk by I'm stopped in my tracks at the display in the tiny window and the quaintness of the little picket fence that acts as the entryway. The displays are simple & classic--like the one above, which actually doesn't do justice, it's just the only one I could find--intricately made out of white paper. Nothing fancy in the material but the display is dazzling. My favorite was the display of doll-sized dresses, all made out of tissue paper and hung from the ceiling. This little place is one of my favorite places to window shop. Interestingly enough, I'm completely satisfied with just the window displays. I actually have no interest in even stepping foot into the store...somehow I think the whole magic of the place will be ruined if I go inside. So I'm satisfied with just continuing to be awed each time I make my way down Ballard Ave.Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Window Shopping
There's a little storefront in downtown Ballard that I always revel at as I walk by. I didn't even know the name of the store (turns out it's Souvenir) until today. Every time I walk by I'm stopped in my tracks at the display in the tiny window and the quaintness of the little picket fence that acts as the entryway. The displays are simple & classic--like the one above, which actually doesn't do justice, it's just the only one I could find--intricately made out of white paper. Nothing fancy in the material but the display is dazzling. My favorite was the display of doll-sized dresses, all made out of tissue paper and hung from the ceiling. This little place is one of my favorite places to window shop. Interestingly enough, I'm completely satisfied with just the window displays. I actually have no interest in even stepping foot into the store...somehow I think the whole magic of the place will be ruined if I go inside. So I'm satisfied with just continuing to be awed each time I make my way down Ballard Ave.
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