ABSTRACT
Little shops often spring up on our block in New York’s East Village. Weeks before the opening, we see a cheerful guy or gal or couple bustling here and there, dressing the window and filling empty shelves, their bright eyes and smiles beaming confidence that their style in clothes or books or furniture or pastry is so delightful and original that the world will flock to their doors. The shop will always be full of people oohing and ahhing and buying and buying. Running a boutique will be such fun!
