Whats up at KAZA, you ask?
A whole lotta lotta!
We received a batch of Earthway's "Summer Home" line. As many of you know, Mary & I worked together for a long time, trying to find the "right" beach scent (actually, Mary worked hard, I just sniffed her concoctions and said, "mmmm...not quite. More coconut!"-lol). But she has captured it perfectly! Close your eyes when smelling it and you'll reopen your eyes with sand in your shoes! (Ok, not really...but you will definitely feel you went to the beach for the day sans sunburn) :o)
Sugar Scrub: 13,95
Purse Spray: 10,00
We also brought in some fabulous embroidered Turkish shawls for those nights at the beach, watching fireworks!
Y'all wanted vintage purses...and bella's, did we deliver! Who needs a mass-produced purse when the vintage ones are just oh,so fabulous?
We also brought in a few pieces of vintage jewelry, for those who are kooky like me (you know who you are!) xox
Windows, Windows, Windows....
Well, they will be short-lived, unfortunately--everything just sold within 3 hours of opening today! But I wanted to show you before they emptied out (thanks to all the awesome customers that allowed me 1 1/2 weeks to design for the next windows!) *PHEWWW!*
Queen Bee was the theme for Window I
Sweet Dining set upholstered with sweet golden bees
Window II was definitely seaside inspired!
The cedar chest was handstamped with the John Masefield Poem "Sea Fever":
I MUST go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking,
And a gray mist on the sea's face, and a grey dawn breaking.
I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.
I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull's way and the whale's way, where the wind's like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over.
Enjoy the rest of your summer and we'll catch up in a few weeks! xox