Mysterious and lovely, no rhyme or reason, but poetic as heck
By A Yahoo! Contributor, 8/19/07
Like the Scyllus and Charybdis in Ulysses' travels, this boutique cries out to you with it's siren's song as you hang off the streetcars on Califomia Street - making your way down from the high falutin' heaven that is Nob Hill to the depths of Chinatown and the Financial District. It's bright colored unique hats and Carmival-ready masks await in the beautifully decorated windows. When you finally enter, all breahless in anticipation, you are not disappointed by what awaits you. Brooches that defy the sun with their array of crystalline light blind you as you try on the unique chappeaus covered with blooms of different hues. You look fabulous in EVERYTHING! The woman in charge is just as mystical and fascinating as the apparel of laces and brocades, and velvets; and try as you might to try her on for size, she is elusive and quixotic - at first welcoming and then just out of reach like a colorful butterfly. You discover that she is a twin, and that these twins are quite unique in their sameness. She defines both their sameness and their differences by their strength of character and adulthood. Her demeanor and her wardrobe epitomize the shop. She appears to be from some era around medieval times or the Renaissance - except as conceptualized by Andy Warhol. I wanted everything in the shop. there was a purse that consisted of a single HUGE bloom. A beautiful ruby red balloon skirt, an absolutely gorgeous hat that I just cannot dscribe adequately except that I looked glorious in it. I'm going back tomorrow. Even if I have to mortgage my cat. And you need to go, too, to find that side of you that is longing to be expressed. It'll be lovely...and so will you.