My mom’s business–a true labor of love for the whole family–finally opened in the Merion Village neighborhood of Columbus, on November 9th.
If you are local or know someone who is, please stop by/and or send them our way. We are there seven days a week.
Our bar space, serving cocktails and beer, is opening soon.
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Austen & Company
1530 S. High St.
Columbus, Ohio 43207
(Merion Village)
As some of you know, my mom is opening a business…and it’s a family affair. Austen & Company is many parts that we hope will make a cohesive, if quirky, whole: Tea and tea accessories, coffee, desserts, books, art, events, curiosities, import snacks, and cocktails. Whew, that’s a lot!
We’re not open yet, but, this being 2020, Austen & Company is already on social media. Both our Instagram and Facebook pages are full of sneak peeks. We’re doing an Instagram series highlighting some of the books we’ll be selling in-store. Even if you’re not local, hey, who doesn’t like pretty pics of books?
Millay
Simone
@austenandcompany
Bowie
Thanks for indulging me!
Because it is becoming…
Tea Pot (1869)
I didn’t want Duncan to feel left out…
Tea biscuits.
Girl with a Tea Cup by Harold Gilman (circa 1914):
Girl With A Tea Cup by Harold Gilman (1876-1919). Oil On Canvas. Circa 1914.
This lovely painting by Claude Monet is doing double duty today. My mom is opening a fabulous business (tea/coffee/desserts/books/art/events) in early 2020. I’m doing social media, among other things, for the store. I shared this lovely painting on our FB page a few minutes ago, and thought it far too nice not to do so here, as well.
The Tea Service by Claude Monet (1872).
Thanks for the recommendation, Gigi from Rethinking Life!
Ascending Peculiarity (Also Pictured: My cactus Emily)
Today’s tea: PG tips (not shown)
I have a cold and am exhausted. Still unpacking from the move. My studio remains a work in progress. Too many unopened boxes. Need a new (gargantuan) bookcase. Art is wrapped in Kraft paper.
My feet are cold (literally).
Tea helps.
Tea always helps.
(Does it for you?)
Decided to suck it up and add to today’s NaNoWriMo word count anyway.
108 good little soldiers.
Better than nothing, right?
Until tomorrow, I have the laziest of intentions:
Sweet Repose by Victor Gilbert (circa 1880).
Happy dreams!
Since it’s that time of (my) day…
Tea by James Tissot (1872). Collection: The Met. Public Domain.
I’m drinking Earl Grey. You?
It’s drizzling. Cool. A haze of rain. Grey. Nonstop. A wall of grey.
Haven’t stepped foot outside since the last sunset. Don’t plan on breaking this chain. Not today. Today my will is adamantine. Hard as a scimitar. Laziness, my chosen luxury.
Furthermore…
Someone else brought a package in, retrieved the mail. All junk, anyway. Glad I didn’t waste those fifteen seconds. Time spent under a new duvet is precious, irretrievable. Pushing it off is forsaking a cloud in favor of the gutter.
Furthermore…
Tea doesn’t steep through telekinesis. Mugs aren’t self-sugaring. Spoons do not come with ‘automatic stirring’ buttons.
Furthermore…
Books exist to be read. Aged pages feel good when rubbed between fingers, the scent produced intoxicating.
It’s drizzling. Cool. A haze of rain. Grey. Nonstop. A wall of grey.
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Rain on the River by George Bellows (1908). Collection: Rhode Island School of Design Museum. Public Domain.
A Small Press Life: Books. Art. Writing. Life. Tea. 