We woke up last Saturday morning and remembered, 'Oh yea, we're supposed to be opening a shop this evening'
Naturally, we decided to caffeinate before anything could happen.
And don matching waistcoats for solidarity:
We headed to pick up Claire's sublime Baobab desert trees, to serve as displays
And started to get in like Flynn
unpacking treasures and adding to the scene
(It was kind of like Christmas)
About 15 minutes before we opened the doors,
we looked at eachother over a glass of Prosecco and hoped people would show up.
Thankfully, the call of PAR PANIER was strong, show up they did. Everyone and their dog, in fact.
And the hours flew by as the studio buzzed with fine company, fueled on bubbles and excitement.
And then things got weird, as we hoped:
We even found our father's Doppelganger and decided to recreate a portrait of our parents, above.
People wrote on our wall to wish us well.
Because the only rule at Panier is that you aren't allowed to be boring.
The last of us decided to contribute our locks in a strange Victorian bonding ritual:
Its just the first of many happenings at PAR PANIER in the run up to Christmas.
If you'd like to join us next time, (we wont make you cut your hair, but we will ply you with drinks and good company)
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