We drink a lot of coffee around here. Peets is around the corner. Philz is around the corner. We cold brew coffee at home and the Chemex is the only tool in our kitchen that gets used every single day. So I guess Emilia's love of coffee and coffee shops comes naturally.
And I promise...it all started innocently enough. Last Christmas, my brother gave Emilia a little wooden coffee maker. It was, without a doubt, her favorite gift. After seeing how much she loved it, I (jokingly, of course) said to my husband, "Maybe I'll build her a coffee shop to go with it." We laughed, because, come on. Do you know how much time that would take?
As it turns out, quite a lot of time. Because I did go ahead and make her a coffee shop. We named it "Millz Coffee" in honor of our beloved Philz (and, well, because Mills is her nickname). And I must confess that I did spend WAY too much time designing a logo for her.
(One note about the photos. We live in a town house. Said town house does not get a lot of natural light. And the coffee shop is in the deepest darkest corner of the house. I did the best I could given the circumstances).
I don't know how to sew, so I faked it with the felt food. Muffins, a sad cupcake, a sad chocolate chip cookie, french macarons, an almond croissant, and 2 chocolate glazed donuts. I think "sewing" all those took longer than the actual building process.
One of my crazier ideas (which I started at 11.00 pm when Emilia was in bed and my husband was out of town) was to make a somewhat working espresso machine. But the cash register I bought. Because making a working cash register? That would be insane.
There was some extra space (and we had a perfectly proportioned box), so I also built a little set of shelves with a mini-fridge in the bottom. And no coffee shop is complete without their own beans.
Salted caramel hot chocolate anyone?
The proud (and adorable) owner will now give a demonstration on making the perfect flat white: