Independent Women: Friends Open a Bookstore

Two women over 40 open an independent bookstore.

By Elizabeth Fishel
Marion Bundy (left) and Ann Leyhe, owners of Mrs. Dalloway’s. (Photo: Debra McClinton)

On a balmy Wednesday afternoon in a packed bookstore/garden shop in Berkeley, California, Ann Hood reads from her latest novel, The Knitting Circle. Off to the right, on a sage green wall, is an inscription from Virginia Woolf’s classic novel: "Mrs. Dalloway said she would buy the flowers herself." It’s Mrs. Dalloway that inspired the shop’s name. And in the front window sits the store’s mascot — a mannequin in a long skirt and lace-up boots, clothes Woolf herself might have worn.

The bookstore business is brutal these days, dominated by giant retailers like Barnes & Noble and, but the owners of Mrs. Dalloway’s, Marion Bundy, 54, and Ann Leyhe, 55, prefer to see their venture as an "endless cocktail party," as Bundy puts it. She is the extroverted partner; she manages readings and other events and handles both fiction and nonfiction. Leyhe, quieter and artistic, supervises the gardening section.

Just three years ago, both women were pursuing freelance careers — Bundy as an editor and publicist, Leyhe as a writer, photo editor, and garden stylist. But it now seems inevitable that they would be in business together. The two women met at a publishing course in 1975, and ever since have fantasized about opening their own bookshop. In 2004, Bundy was walking her German shepherd past the building that now houses Mrs. Dalloway’s. At the time, it was an emptied-out shell that had previously been home to another independent bookshop. A neighbor stopped Bundy and said, "You know, you should be running that store."

More important, he added, "I could offer some financial help to get you going." She immediately called Leyhe.

"Talk Us Out of This"

As a first step, the prospective partners talked to consultants about whether their idea was feasible. Bundy told the advisers, "I have a great opportunity — and I want you to talk me out of it." There were some encouraging signs. For one thing, the San Francisco-Berkeley area has a long tradition of supporting small bookshops; while indie stores nationally had only 10 percent of total bookstore sales in 2005, independents in this area had almost 59 percent of the market. And the neighborhood Bundy and Leyhe were considering is home to scores of college professors and to writers such as Michael Chabon, Ayelet Waldman, and Michael Pollan. Not so encouraging: There had been a rash of bookstore closings in recent months.

The consultants suggested that an independent bookstore could succeed if it hedged its bets by selling more than just books. So Leyhe and Bundy decided to offer plants, gardening tools, and works with nature themes by local artists. With this addition to the mix, they put together $300,000 in just six months. Bundy and Leyhe each contributed $75,000 to the total. The balance came from a group of 10 investors, who are entitled to a flat annual return of 2 percent each for as long as the bookstore is in business. Says Bundy: "Everything fell into place so smoothly that it felt meant to be."

Leyhe’s husband, a builder, did a complete renovation with eco-friendly materials, and they opened in October 2004 to a strong first month. But as the holiday season accelerated, Bundy realized they had miscalculated. Although they knew that many bookstores earn 40 percent of their annual revenue in those months, they’d bought only small quantities of titles that turned out to be runaway best-sellers, such as The Kite-Runner and The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time, while stocking $75,000 worth of favorites by writers like Laurie Colwin, Mary Gordon, and Jane Austen.

To make the store look full, they had to arrange a lot of books on the shelves with the covers facing out. Says Bundy: "The first year was a crash course in business." Eventually the friends had a make-it-or-break-it conference call with their accountant. "Should we pack it in?" Leyhe asked. Bundy, still hopeful, remembers shouting above her, "It’s too soon!"

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