Stripped Walls and Open Hearts

After glimpsing the newly exposed, luscious bare bones of our long-suffering, (and until recently) tastelessly butchered attic, I went to Catskill + Co for lunch. That place has such a wonderful ambiance. There are streaming curtains of cut-paper birds flowing from the archway between the dining area and the chocolate counter, and the staff there is incredibly sweet and intelligent. They chatted with me about static electricity and held the door as I left. It reminded me of a romanticized movie version of life in the silent film era. And the highlight of the scene: Someone had scrawled across a large mirror behind the counter:

Throw open your heart.