I've become quite the shop-groupie when it comes to One Queen's Folly. Last night Jane (the queen herself) participated in the "Friday Night Live" event, in which all the proprietors in downtown Woodstock stay open late, serve refreshments, and get to know their customers a little better. When I walked in to OQF, which we have come to call it lovingly in my casa, the sun was just beginning to set outside, casting that dreamy "magic light" into the floor-to-ceiling shop windows, illuminating all of my favorite things. I could hardly contain myself from snapping a few shots to try to capture what Jane has created there. Etta James' "At Last" oozed like honey from the speakers, lavender lemon drop martinis flowed merrily, a couple danced among the antique furniture, and women from everywhere shared great stories--stories in which they all know in their hearts that they are the main characters and their lives are the ultimate page-turners. Laughter rises up there instinctively, the kind of laughter I haven't heard since childhood.
Friday, June 06, 2008
One Queen's Folly, Downtown Woodstock
Imparted by Southern Girl at 11:25 PM
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I found a scarlet-red velvet J. Peterman cropped jacket at this second time around store in Harvard Square, and I DIDN'T BUY IT. AhhhH too late!!! It made me think of you, though. This store looks pretty sweet.
AZ is bearing fruit, slowly under the azure.
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