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Who: Edie Steinlen[Snow White] and Elisa Miller[The Queen].
Where: Sur La Table, 75 Spring Street.
When: Wednesday, Noonish,
What: Shopping? Chatting?
Rating: Pending.
There was something all together thrilling about a cooking shop. Something that caused Edie to immediately revert to a state of child like wonder once through the minimalist's glass doors; out of the noisy dark din of Manhattan into the quiet brilliantly white washed walls and honey oak surfaced oasis. Her body seemed to melt and become one with the surroundings, her heart fluttered at every new item, and it seemed that her knees just always went a bit weak upon that first step. She imagined this must have been what a kid in a toy shop felt like(not that she had many trips as a child to compare it to). Still within her there rested this brink like feeling between immediate satisfaction and overwhelming excitement. The sort that sent a thrill and chill straight through one's body, starting at the heart and emanating to ones fingertips and toes; the moment one found themselves surrounded by the books, tools, and food of their trade.
For the trade, it was a reassuring calm that would never be found inside of a kitchen, and perhaps that was in part the draw. There was a demonstration and book signing in the back of the store, which thankfully was not all together popular due to the time of day that had been chosen. Though uninterested in the book, Edie helped herself to one of the small glasses of wine that was being circulated through the store, before setting to her rounds.
It was a wonderland of steel, and copper, and new and improved innovations. But that was not why Edie had allowed herself in, she had come in search of salt. Gently fingertips peeked out from the sleeve of the red peacoat she wore to trace over the glass jars in the seasonings section, a soft intake of breath hitching in her throat gently. Whether it was the excitement of the pink Himalayan sea salt that was on sale, or another Tale; Edie couldn't have been quite sure yet. As the tugging feeling had hardly manifested itself for more than what seemed a second; and with a gentle hitch of her shoulders. Edie decided to put it off with a sampling sip of her wine.
Where: Sur La Table, 75 Spring Street.
When: Wednesday, Noonish,
What: Shopping? Chatting?
Rating: Pending.
There was something all together thrilling about a cooking shop. Something that caused Edie to immediately revert to a state of child like wonder once through the minimalist's glass doors; out of the noisy dark din of Manhattan into the quiet brilliantly white washed walls and honey oak surfaced oasis. Her body seemed to melt and become one with the surroundings, her heart fluttered at every new item, and it seemed that her knees just always went a bit weak upon that first step. She imagined this must have been what a kid in a toy shop felt like(not that she had many trips as a child to compare it to). Still within her there rested this brink like feeling between immediate satisfaction and overwhelming excitement. The sort that sent a thrill and chill straight through one's body, starting at the heart and emanating to ones fingertips and toes; the moment one found themselves surrounded by the books, tools, and food of their trade.
For the trade, it was a reassuring calm that would never be found inside of a kitchen, and perhaps that was in part the draw. There was a demonstration and book signing in the back of the store, which thankfully was not all together popular due to the time of day that had been chosen. Though uninterested in the book, Edie helped herself to one of the small glasses of wine that was being circulated through the store, before setting to her rounds.
It was a wonderland of steel, and copper, and new and improved innovations. But that was not why Edie had allowed herself in, she had come in search of salt. Gently fingertips peeked out from the sleeve of the red peacoat she wore to trace over the glass jars in the seasonings section, a soft intake of breath hitching in her throat gently. Whether it was the excitement of the pink Himalayan sea salt that was on sale, or another Tale; Edie couldn't have been quite sure yet. As the tugging feeling had hardly manifested itself for more than what seemed a second; and with a gentle hitch of her shoulders. Edie decided to put it off with a sampling sip of her wine.