Boston Cupcakes

Going home is always crazy-making, isn't it? With therapy and psychology and childhood and attachment theory at the beginning and ending of every thought, I did go crazy. It's just so amazing to me how my relationships with my family members can stay the same for so long and suddenly it's like I got prescription glasses and can see the fuzzy lines for what they really are.

With every trip home there are high points and low points. One of the high points was walking down Newbury street early Monday afternoon before my flight. Boston really is adorable. It's quaint without being old and musty. In fact, it's really hip. Walking past euro-style "brasseries," I noted a store called "Johnny Cupcakes." "Don't be fooled," my sister replied. "It's not really a cupcake store." Well, any store that ISN'T a cupcake store and yet uses this word in their name had to be even cooler than if they actually sold them.

Johnny Cupcakes is a t-shirt store. It is set up like a bakery, with their t-shirts displayed in large glass cases and in restaurant-style coolers lining the walls.

All of their designs are, as you probably expected, ridiculously adorable. I scanned them, and then my eyes fell on this.



Ohmygodohmygod. CUTENESS.

And, instead of a bag, they put your adorable tee in a pastry box. Can if get any better? Yes. The tag design is a closeup of rainbow sprinkles and inlaid on the tag is the Johnny Cupcakes logo that becomes a stencil when you poke them out.



Can it get any better? Yes. On the inside of each t-shirt is a 'secret print' that the awesome dude behind the counter told me about as I skipped out the door, unabashedly squealing "ohmygodcuuuuuuuuuute" over and over. I told him to come to San Francisco. I hope he listens. In the meantime, check out their stuff at Johnny Cupcakes.

And, of course, being away gives me that warm-fuzzy-perspective feeling of life here. Driving in from South San Francisco, I felt a perfect calm once I saw the city. Seeing the fluffball of fog sitting wispy-like on the hills reminded me, as it always does, how to breathe.

The song "Happy Together" entered my mind and I sang to myself,

"I can't see me lovin' nobody but you
For all my liiiiiiiiife"

Me and you and you and me
No matter how they toss the dice, it has to be
The only one for me is you, and you for me
So happy togetherrrrrrr!"

heh.