Do you remember my last Orange Tree post? Something about chaos, anxiety, and a gigantic mess resembling this?

Well, thanks to many hours of work and lots of blood, sweat, and Diet Coke, Orange Tree is finally up and running!

Welcome to opening day at Orange Tree!

It’s like night and day compared to last week, isn’t it?

(Praise the Lord, Hallelujah.)

Here is one side of the store. And I’ll just go ahead and point out that those awesome crosses hanging on the wall? And that cool vertical mirror? My mom made those. She is much, MUCH too modest to ever come right out and admit that to people for some reason. But they are beyond awesome, and I love them. In fact, I just might have to commission her to make me a funky new mirror for my new house. Maybe she would even give me a 97% discount. Mom? 

Here is another side of the store. More of the same cool stuff; lots of things that will hopefully eventually make their final resting place on my coffee table or foyer wall or kitchen countertop. 

Then there’s the Point of Sale counter:

It looks innocent, like a simple tool used to check out our lovely OT customers. But here’s the truth: IT’S A TRAP. Because after you spend all your time lolly-gagging through the store checking out all the candles and bags and doodads, you make your way up the counter to pay for whatever you have already picked out, and then BAM!

JEWELRY! PERFUME! COOKIES!

Yes, cookies. My mom bakes cookies everyday for her customers. I know. Mother Theresa, practically, isn’t she? She aims to please. Or bribe. Or whatever.

Anyway, come on down to Orange Tree and see what all this fussin’ is about. You’ll like it. 

Don’t forget to eat your cookie.