Father of the Bride. That’s the first time I fell in love with an interior in a Nancy Meyers film. I had no idea it was a Nancy Meyers film, or who Nancy Meyers even was, I just knew that I loved everything about that house.
Everyone has an origin story and although mine’s yet to be optioned by Marvel Universe and is disappointingly void of epic battles in the streets of New York City, I think it will give you a bit of an idea of where the store came from as well as the intention behind it.
Well, let’s just go ahead and state the obvious right off the top: I’m the last person who should be doling out advice on camping, you know it, I know it, the spider I just saw in my basement knows it. But read that title again because there’s an important distinction you may have missed. Yes, there’s a “gl” where the “c” should be and that, my friends, means it’s my time to shine.