We live in a three bedroom apartment above a vintage clothing store. The apartment has an itty-bitty kitchen and an even smaller dinning room. It has a very large living room, some original doors and molding and a front sun room (we call "the craft room" or "the guest room") with a beautiful green marble fireplace. If we open up the windows on a breezy day we can hear the record player from the record shop across the street.
Our building is over 100 years old. Originally, the downstairs used to be a Pharmacy and Clinic. The doctor and the pharmacist lived in the residential parts of the lot. Sometimes I imagine the doctor lived or had his practice in our apartment.
The woman who lives next door to us has lived on this corner her entire life. It has gone through many transitions, but is getting a lot of TLC and is puttering away at re-living it's former glory.
John and I want to share our awkward hearts of hospitality with you. Welcome to our home. Welcome to our neighborhood. Welcome to Cherokee Street. :)