Taking the Tour to the Threshold

The balcony tour was epic, but a true superstar doesn't stay backstage on a weekend morning! I hopped off the balcony sill, marched right across the living room floor, and headed straight down the long wooden hallway to the front entrance. Sitting right in front of the heavy wooden door was a thick coir welcome mat bristling like a row of stage risers. Wedged between the mat and an upright umbrella stand, I spotted a bright yellow plastic parcel clip. I planted one boot dead center on the scratchy bristles, swung my bottle base down onto the clip's spring, and snapped it wide open with a satisfying clack! The hallway echoed like an arena corridor—ground floor tour is officially rolling.