This is a little store called “Visions of Eden.” It's in a tourist hotspot in Old Sacramento. Everything adorning the shelves literally sparkles. Today's whimsical displays offered gorgeous interpretations of Christmas trees. One of my favorite things is seeing all the different ways this world can spruce up a spruce. Like playing Fairy God Mother to Cinderella before the big night. No two trees would be wearing the same dress at the ball. One tree was covered in countless twisty wool Santa beards, with ruddy ceramic cheeks and two eyes peeking over. Another spoke poetry to me— I swooned at a peacock blue motif, with little peacock tails fanning the branches and jewel-toned feather fringe softening the angles of the tree.
The shop sits on the east end of the
waterfront 1850's gold town. The entire 28-acre lot smells like
sun-baked wooden walkways. The hardwood floors in the shop creak ever
so slightly. But the ceiling erupts with the sound of tangoing
character heels. The loft over the shop is home to Latin dance
classes, and for a moment the effect of the rhythmic marches is so
thunderous, you think the ceiling might cave in. But the structure of
exposed brick is sound and sturdy.
Our favorite items in the store are the
the french-milled bricks of soap. The table is stacked with small
towers of fragrant cleansers like gardenia, star flower, almond
butter, and lichen. Darcy, mom and I took turns standing in the
sparkling store, passing the hefty colorful bars to each other,
smelling every last one.
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