Frustrated Shopkeeper

Ever since I was a little girl I have played a rather strange and some what telling game with myself.  Whenever we were traveling I would  pick out buildings in the towns we would pass through and think about what kind of business I would have in them.  Most all of them included at least two stories, that way I could live above the shop.  I guess I had read one too many stories about early New York City, but I always thought it was a brilliant idea to live such an all encompassing life. Today I still look at buildings and think about what I would do with them and on the Vintage Chick road tour this weekend we found a few contenders for "Shop/Home of my dreams."  This particular example is an old Methodist church built out of native rock and includes the original church bell in the steeple.  I could ring the bell to start the fabulous monthly antique sale that I would hold.  The rest of the time I would maintain a small shop open four days a week and by appointment.  Because this is my blog and I can do what ever I want I will say that I have failed to mention the rather unattractive add-on addition at the side of the building.  I guess I could always use it for storage but it does sort of sully the image I am trying to create.  The next building I found just looks like a happy house.  It's owners have painted it a most cheerful and delicious yellow.  It is rather plain but nothing a yard full of vintage couldn't cure. I would have to make this into a bakery/restaurant.  During the Summer I would have evening events with music and special seasonal food features but during the day it would be the neighborhood coffee and pastry place where all the locals would gather to read the paper and talk about the local events.At Christmas time I would host a Dickens tea with English scones and an assortment of decadent pastries and treats. While all this was happening I would be living above the fray in a small but wonderfully decorated living area.  I would sit on the upper porch each morning and watch the sun come up( a some what fictional thought since I would have to be downstairs baking before the sun came up) with my Calico cat Walden.  I guess that none of this will ever happen unless I am left a rather large inheritance from some maiden aunt but a girl can always dream and even a Vintage Chick can always say "What if....."