No Poetry Gary Jules

"There's no poetry between us"
Said the paper to the pen
Something's burning in the attic
That her tongue will not defend
Through the arc of conversation
Past the teeth behind the smile
Down the miracle mileTo the bottom of the ladder
Paint your eyes and hide the tatters
What's the matter baby?
Could we go downtown
To the middle of the world?
You were always such a pretty girl
And you told me I was beautiful
"There's no poetry between us"
Said the paper to the pen
"And I get nothing for my trouble
But the ink beneath my skin"
If your clothes are getting weary
And your soul's gone out of style
Blame the miracle mile
And the bottom of the ladder
Paint your eyes and hide the tatters
What's the matter baby?...I'm coming too

Coffee to a Tea

I know it's been months since I updated but I have been a busy bee!

Just thought I'd post some pictures of the completed and open coffee shop and bakery.

We've had some great free advertising from newspaper, magazine articles, and internet write-ups! We've had much traffic from these interviews and stories.

We keep three different cakes on the counter at all times and serve and light lunch menu.

Our decor makes a relaxed and inviting space for coffee drinkers, bloggers*, and hungry patrons.

If you live in Greenville, SC you owe it to yourself to visit the Wild West End. If you don't live in Greenville - Come visit!

*free Wi-Fi

Butter Pecan

I eat, sleep, and bake.

I love it.

I am SO tired when I have to face a 15 hour day at 6am with one eye frosted shut.

But I love it.

I measure the raw, clean, pure ingredients.

I mix and whip.

I get to spin all the day's dirt off on mix 10.

My favorite. Cause it's fast like me.

I pour, bake, test, bake, test, and SLAM!

If no one's blood pressure spikes I'm slightly disappointed.

But there's always tomorrow. ;)

Boy howdy!

I'd be lying if I said, "I've never felt this way." -ha.

King of Pain?

Sneak Peaks

How do you spell CHAOS?!

C.o.f.f.e.e. S.h.o.p.

It is a mad house. Mad car. Mad purse/travelling office.

Here is one of four chairs we've picked. They are super comfy and I love the color. We're still looking for some accent pillows. I can't wait to sit in this chair. Or any chair. I can't wait to sit.
Lucky and I went furniture shopping for HOURS. We found 8 couches we love. We have room for one. I tell you - Garden Ridge has some great deals. I don't shop there often but they really came through for us today.

Just a few progression shots. Can't show ya everything. We want you to be shocked and amazed. And appreciate it like we do having seen the dreadful 'before' photos.

Little by little.

Can't judge a counter by its dust. In fact, you couldn't have judged anything. EVERYTHING was covered in an inch of sheetrock and sawdust. Ma lungs!

Big stuff is a comin'!

Life doesn't stop for big plans, but we work hard and diligently to make our way. The end of phase one is really just the beginning of a completely different life for us. Ready or not.

Ferociously Yours

Love Poem

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways...
by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints,--- I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! --- and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.