I'm Certain.

If you can actually believe it, one of our KitchenAide mixers at Nifong is from the original PJP - as in the one from the 1990s. When we opened PJP 2.0 in 2014, Jeanne rooted that sucker out of storage and we’ve used it every day since. (Actually, I would love to know how many rounds of French Silk that thing has seen.). At any rate, it sadly passed away today. Without any fanfare, it just stopped mid-whip. I would say Jeanne definitely got her 1994 dollar value out it.

Here’s what else is going on:

  1. We made some furniture changes at PJP Nifong this week to help it be more cohesive with PJP West. We retired the whiskey barrels that have been at PJP since our open. We loved those when they first arrived and if you’ve been here for a while, you know they were the base to our half-price table in the Buttonwood location. We still love them (they are coming home to my front porch), but it was time to upgrade.

  2. And over at West, we added some merchandise shelving to match PJP Nifong. I’ve learned that 80% of the work of dual store ownership is just making sure both stores function in the same way and feel the same. And that’s a short sentence for a long story.

  3. Though, still on these busy days leading up to even busier weekends, I still every inclination to be in both stores at once. And since that is impossible, I just feel guilty about wherever I’m not. It’s like a deranged version of mom guilt. Store guilt.

  4. But speaking of moms, one of our bakers had her first baby earlier this week. This is the second time we’ve added to the PJP family with a baby of the non-pie variety and it is such a joy to watch. We will miss Emmalee on a daily basis, but are so happy for her and her family.

  5. In terms of my own child, she had finally reached her limit with the sub-par track lighting situation at PJP West. She hauled out a ladder today to adjust it all so that her merchandise had a better display. Except she needed her sunglasses to adjust the lights without blinding herself. I’m certain she couldn’t be more like her grandmother if she tried…