Jacob in the rain. Photo by famous Mamarazzi photographer Alexandra Hanson-Harding
I get home from the little round of errands–the drugstore, the craft store (my friend Shelley and I are going to have a kick butt adventure tonight people: we are going to learn to Cro-SHAY. Oh yeah. We are craft mad women who are going to take over the world one crochet stitch at a time
) to buy a size H HOOK and this and that, and what do I see in the back 40? Why it is the shirtless Jacob, standing nonchalantly in the pouring rain.
“Oh! Oh!” I say, in the manner I have been saying such things ever since he’s been doing one kind of odd or naughty thing since forever (and since he is very gifted in quirkiness, this is quite often), “Let me get the camera!”
“MOMMMMM,” he says sternly. “Can’t a guy enjoy the rain without putting up with the MAMMARAZZI?”
The only answer was “Click.”
Writing Prompt: And what would you photographtoday?
Is it Christmas in February ?
Recently the Mr. and I moseyed over to the most stuffed-to-the-gills lighting shop we know, because we are in need of some kind of pendant lights to put over our new kitchen’s new kitchen table. We figured that this shop has everything, maybe we could find the modest Arts and Crafts style lamp of our dreams among the forest of shimmering prisms. We were going to have to move fast, because being in that place a. makes me feel as if I’m going to have an epileptic fit if I’m there for more than 10 minutes, and b. one time we were there for like TWENTY MINUTES because our saleslady went on a break. Like everyone in that store, she was Russian, and I clenched a counter trying not to bolt out the store while I heard her talking quite volubly about chicken patties. Yes, chicken patties! Not only chicken patties, but “Cheegen batties.” “Is very simple. You take cheegen batties and . . .” (mumble mumble). I didn’t even KNOW what she did with the chicken patties, and I never found out. There’s something very, very unjust about that. So to say I harbor a deep well of resentment and bitterness against this store is to put it very mildly. However, I cannot deny that they have a lot of chandeliers. And now, I have my (sp)Iphone so I can document the tribulations I endure in the name of renovation.
Okay, folks, are you ready for part 1? Take a deep breath and come on in.
Got some extra beads left over from my craft box chandelier
Got even more beads left over from my craftbox chandelier
Prisms! Prisms everywhere!
Beach Ball skeleton chandelier
Writing Prompt: Seriously. Is there anything more classy than a chandelier?
And now, the final installment of one girl’s dramatic adventure of crossing New York City.
This young lady was on the escalator down into the bowels of the subway, looking rather put out about life. But what a pity, because . . .
There are many stores down in the subway station that sell CANDY!
And if you don’t want candy, you can buy flowers in the subway station.
You might get some new fashion ideas, like wearing fabulous silver shoes.
Or you might get some helpful advice. Whoremongers, you have officially been warned.
These mosaic ladies certainly seem to be enjoying themselves on the walls of the subway.
And then, I reach my destination, Port Authority, for a bus back to the Garden State, all too soon. Thanks for joining me!
Writing Prompt: Where did you journey today? Or, if you prefer, In Defense of Whoremongering.
And now, may I present more photographs of the city that never sleeps, especially not at 5:00 pm.
Spools of thread in a dry cleaner’s shop on Third Avenue., NYC.
Friendly New York pizza man tosses me a wave as he prepares to toss a pizza.
Iconic yellow NY taxicab
I, however, am too cheap to take a taxi at rush hour. And since it’s raining, I’m too lazy to walk all the way to Eighth Avenue. So hello, Subway.
I know I made the right choice, because I got to see the magical man of gold.
More to come! In the meantime. . .
Writing Prompt: What’s the most magical thing you saw today?
Did you ever notice how many blogposts use the word “insane”? I definitely want a piece of that action! Anyway, I went to Le Grande Pomme today to go see another damn doctor. This one is so far on the East Side that I swear to the great Goddess I was halfway into Queens. So I thought I would share the ramble with you, because New York is just fabulous piled on insanely fabulous, even when it’s cold, rainy and getting dark.
chairs outside a barber shop in NYC.
Barber shop, NYC
bike rider in the rain, NYC
Shoe fixing shop. NYC
More insanity to come!
Writing Prompt: What impression did you get of NY from these pictures? What do you think of New York in general?