Well, it seems like this is now the end of a long road. We are finally moving into our new store. It has been a challenging and exhausting journey since May. And like a long labor that had no epidural, this baby is finally gettin born, and it's about time. And man, did it hurt. But i'm sure the pain will someday be a distant memory (although I know for darn sure i'm never doing this again without some good drugs on hand). Like so many things in life, some things just can't be rushed. Things take on a life of their own and you just have to ride the crest of the wave until it crashes on the shore, dumping you on the beach with sand in your suit and seashells in your hair. Then you get up, adjust the boobs and pick out the surf wedgie, and head back to the ocean to watch for the next wave. And the waves will eventually come. Thank you to all my lifeguards who kept me from drowning...Rachel, Audrey, Ryan and Lori, my folks and family, and all my other support people. I love you guys. The Shabby Attic isn't just a shop. It's a haven. It's a retreat. It's an escape, It's a mission. Let's see where the ocean takes us next.