But I must admit, when I walk into her store, I get this difficult to describe feeling of peace and comfort that is apparently shared by a significant number of extremely faithful followers. The expressions on their faces are like children on Christmas morning as they drift slowly around the shop, mesmerized by the lovingly arranged displays, picking through the object d'art as if they had found their own special treasure chest. Occasional squeals of delight are heard as one or another finds that special gift which, at that particular moment, suits so perfectly. So odd that a tiny element that means nothing to you or I can capture another's heart in ways beyond defining. I've tried to analyze what makes that little store such a homey, personal place, but I could never quite pinpoint it until she explained it to me, and when she did, I was astonished.
Translucent whites are conductors for other colors, amplifying their effect.
She drapes the walls with bright tapestries to induce movement and darker ones to reassure them at the checkstand. She arranges her shelves so that colors of increasing vibrancy pull the eye from wall to wall and from floor to ceiling, a gentle compass for feelings as if the shopper were a traveler through a landscape of emotion. I could see at once, that she was absolutely right, although I would never have figured it out on my own. I guess it takes a certain kind of person to have that kind of feel. Lysa owns an iMac.