Psychic Tabitha works in a parking lot off Denny Way, sandwiched between the Space Needle and a 7-Eleven. “Something told me I needed to be based here. It was a very strong feeling,” she says. Her business’s facade is pastel orange, the color of apricot frosting. Its windows blink with neon lights, while a scrolling billboard sign advertises various fortune-telling services. The stand is smaller than an espresso shack, smaller than a parking spot, and the full unit fits tidily into the lot’s corner. “I think they used to use this section for motorcycles,” says Tabitha.
Inside, the sunset colors and dainty furnishings evoke a dreamy bedroom quality. There are butterfly rugs, capiz-shell chandeliers, scented candles, bright curtains, and polka-dot ruffles. Tabitha sits at a white table, radiating authority. Her makeup is elaborate and perfectly applied, and her fingernails are exactly the way you’d want a fortune-teller’s fingernails to be: from the length (dramatic), to the tips (stiletto), to the color (dolphin gray), to the finish (high gloss)…
