Post by Irridian on Jan 12, 2011 22:20:44 GMT -5
The shop wasn’t huge, no, but was a decent size with polished wooden floods and walls. On the north end of the store stood a huge wooden cabinet holding upon its many shelves, trinkets and wooden carvings, some things useful in everyday life, others just for admiring. On the west wall was a series of painting, placed on the wall for views to see, or potential buyers to buy. A few of them she had painted herself, but many were from other local artists in the community that had talent enough for her to recognize. The east wall was lined with hand crafted blankets and clothing, things she felt were worthy of being called art.
The shop held within it many items and it also contained 200 books of different titles and genres, residing off the middle of the store to the right, on a huge bookcase. She loved books, and considered writing a form of art in and of itself and so that was the reason for their existence in the artists shop.
In the center of the room was a large wooden counter and behind the counter sat Irridian, her yellow summer dress, should she had been standing, would have fallen to just above her knees. Her long white locks flowed down over her shoulders and back as she leaned forward to thumb through a book of sorts, the right spaghetti string strap on her dress had fallen down over her shoulder and she absentmindedly reached up with her other hand to put the renegade strap back in place before returning her hand to the book to turn a page.
The front of the shop was where the charming wood and glass door resided. The small wooden sign, hanging from a piece of bailing twine and stuck to the window with a sort of suction cup, was turned to the open position. Next to the sign but above slightly was another sign stating that there was no food or drink allowed inside the shop.
Her shop had been open now for a grand total of a week and she’d have a few costumers, some requesting art from far away, which she had ordered, others simply browsing, promising to return at a later date, and some even purchasing what she had in the store. It hadn’t been all together too busy, which was fine with her as it gave her grace to read books and paint away the long days as she waited for the next customer to arrive.
The shop held within it many items and it also contained 200 books of different titles and genres, residing off the middle of the store to the right, on a huge bookcase. She loved books, and considered writing a form of art in and of itself and so that was the reason for their existence in the artists shop.
In the center of the room was a large wooden counter and behind the counter sat Irridian, her yellow summer dress, should she had been standing, would have fallen to just above her knees. Her long white locks flowed down over her shoulders and back as she leaned forward to thumb through a book of sorts, the right spaghetti string strap on her dress had fallen down over her shoulder and she absentmindedly reached up with her other hand to put the renegade strap back in place before returning her hand to the book to turn a page.
The front of the shop was where the charming wood and glass door resided. The small wooden sign, hanging from a piece of bailing twine and stuck to the window with a sort of suction cup, was turned to the open position. Next to the sign but above slightly was another sign stating that there was no food or drink allowed inside the shop.
Her shop had been open now for a grand total of a week and she’d have a few costumers, some requesting art from far away, which she had ordered, others simply browsing, promising to return at a later date, and some even purchasing what she had in the store. It hadn’t been all together too busy, which was fine with her as it gave her grace to read books and paint away the long days as she waited for the next customer to arrive.
