My Make Studio

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, a delivery driver parked his truck outside My Make Studio and noticed something strange. The bakery’s neon sign was flickering like an old-time movie projector, casting eerie shadows on the empty street. Curious, he peeked inside through the window and saw only rows of silent pastries, each one wearing a tiny smile. Suddenly, a croissant winked at him, causing the driver to laugh out loud. That day, My Make Studio became famous for its talking baked goods—though some said it was just the delivery guy playing pranks.

2. At dawn, a delivery driver parked his truck outside My Make Studio and noticed an eerie humming coming from inside the bakery. Curious, he peeked through the window and saw rows of freshly baked pastries moving on their own, as if guided by invisible hands. The delivery driver called out, ‘Hey, anyone here?’ but no one answered. Just then, a croissant tipped over and landed neatly in front of him, still warm. Startled, he backed away, only to trip over a rolling muffin. As he fell, a nearby cake whispered, ‘Welcome to our little bakery!’ The driver dusted himself off, grinned, and decided it was time for breakfast.

3. At dawn, a delivery driver parked his truck outside My Make Studio and noticed an unusual sign on the door: ‘Closed for secret baking experiments.’ Curious, he knocked gently. The door opened slightly, revealing a sleepy baker who whispered, 'Just in time—we’re testing new flavors!' Inside, the aroma of freshly baked pastries filled the air. The delivery driver left with a mysterious box, never knowing that from then on, every morning brought him a different surprise treat from My Make Studio.

4. At dawn, a delivery driver parked his truck outside My Make Studio and noticed an unusual scent wafting from the open door. Curious, he peered inside and found the bakery filled with colorful dough sculptures in the shapes of local landmarks. As he looked closer, he saw that each sculpture was meticulously detailed—even the neighborhood cat perched on the church spire seemed lifelike. Startled by a sudden noise, he jumped back, only to discover it was just a regular customer whistling while waiting for their morning pastry. The delivery driver left, shaking his head and smiling, thinking maybe the bakery’s secret ingredient really was magic.