Summer's over

Last night while I was still at work I get sent a link to a craigslist ad. Jenny had been looking at spaces in Fort Point that would be conducive to making artistic awesome-itude blossom. She seemingly found the perfect space.

Right on Summer st, five minutes from the subway, downtown, I-93 and I-90. Smack in the middle of Boston's most artistic community. The price was right. Everything seemed perfect.

She called the woman last night. Left a message.

I called her earlier today. We can go down and check it out at 11:30? Sweet. We'll be there.

Long story short we show up and the pictures that were up on the ad were definitely NOT the space that we were shown earlier today.

This was a partitioned little corner in a space already inhabited by a mortgage company. A boring one-desk mortgage company. Not two young artisans trying to scratch out a creative life in the sweetest art neighborhood in Boston.

So the hunt continues.

This weekend we'll be hitting up the Fort Point Open Studios event to drool over spaces that other people are successful enough to have locked down.

Come out and join the party. The Admiral, Jenny and I will be there.