Saturday 24 April 2010
Death of the art wall...
Children have the best imaginations. It took us a night to paint.
The entire apt has now been painted white
The entire apt has now been painted white
Sometimes there are cool things on the floor...
Crossing the street, coming back from my favourite used Furniture store.(Bob's shop)I looked down and saw this cracked tile. It said wish. I made a wish and picked it up and put it in my coat pocket. It lives in my mom's kitchen now. and when I see it, I'm reminding of walking round New York.
Current Obssession
Aplliques. Sailors. Tatoo. Old school. Thrift stores. Garment District. Gold buttons. Quarters
After my spreee, in the Crosby street, Housing works. On $1 Blazers.... I am very excited to customize them. Buttons have been removed... and I bought a bunch of patches in the Garment district.. Let the playing commence!
After my spreee, in the Crosby street, Housing works. On $1 Blazers.... I am very excited to customize them. Buttons have been removed... and I bought a bunch of patches in the Garment district.. Let the playing commence!
It's that time of year again
When the sky is blue, blue. The grass is green, green. And all I want to do is be outside. In a little secret garden somewhere.
Found Words
I found this on the floor at the 34th St, Hearald Square, Subway station. I could see a piece of crumpled white paper, with writing on it. My curiosity got the better of me, I had to know what the paper said. I was glad I picked it up.
Meet Laura
I think sister's are so important. I have two.I love them both so much. I'm grateful that I wasn't an only child. I love sisters.
Tuesday 20 April 2010
Back on Macon
My family so kindly came to visit me in New York, over Spring break.
April 8th, was my brothers 16th birthday and later in the month my 26th. (I was told it's my golden Birhtday, as I turn 26 on the 26th.)
My parents do not travel often, my mom was never a huge sun fan, preferring to holiday in England! English summers as a kid were great. A little bit of Lands End. Cornish Pasties. Buckets and spades. Weymouth, Devon, Breen. If there is a beach in England, we have holiday'd there. All packed into the car. I did love those childhood holiday's. We have many a hilarious photo of me, with a whinge face on as some entertainer tries to encourage me to sing, dance or do some other kind of thing other children were more than happy to do.
So my mom booked a ten day jaunt to New York. After I talked them into it, instead of Egypt. Two weeks later they are still here. She said she loved New York, whilst it was a holiday, but now she is a prisoner. As a result of the volcano in Iceland. Ash Victims, is what the news is calling all the vacationers... stuck on their holidays. I'm some sort of perma vacationist, so I see no problem. But I can see where my mother's distress is coming from. She has vowed to never leave England again.Or at least Europe. It's looking like they may be here to celebrate my Birthday also.
We have now moved into our second Holiday apartment. Luckily for us there was a room going in the Macon Street apt, we had stayed in last summer. it is my dream home. It is seriously beautiful.
The saga goes on. They are re-booked on flights on the 21st... if those flights go ahead.. is still unknown. English airports are still closed.
Until then Hello Brooklyn.
My sister called this her bonus holiday. My mother remarked, it's not a bonus when it's costing you. Never the less, we still all have our health. My brother is missing his senior prom. But I reminded him he is making part of history. Not only did he turn sweet 16 in the Big apple. But he is living a part of a huge news event affecting people across the globe. He does not care, he wants to be there for his prom.
April 8th, was my brothers 16th birthday and later in the month my 26th. (I was told it's my golden Birhtday, as I turn 26 on the 26th.)
My parents do not travel often, my mom was never a huge sun fan, preferring to holiday in England! English summers as a kid were great. A little bit of Lands End. Cornish Pasties. Buckets and spades. Weymouth, Devon, Breen. If there is a beach in England, we have holiday'd there. All packed into the car. I did love those childhood holiday's. We have many a hilarious photo of me, with a whinge face on as some entertainer tries to encourage me to sing, dance or do some other kind of thing other children were more than happy to do.
So my mom booked a ten day jaunt to New York. After I talked them into it, instead of Egypt. Two weeks later they are still here. She said she loved New York, whilst it was a holiday, but now she is a prisoner. As a result of the volcano in Iceland. Ash Victims, is what the news is calling all the vacationers... stuck on their holidays. I'm some sort of perma vacationist, so I see no problem. But I can see where my mother's distress is coming from. She has vowed to never leave England again.Or at least Europe. It's looking like they may be here to celebrate my Birthday also.
We have now moved into our second Holiday apartment. Luckily for us there was a room going in the Macon Street apt, we had stayed in last summer. it is my dream home. It is seriously beautiful.
The saga goes on. They are re-booked on flights on the 21st... if those flights go ahead.. is still unknown. English airports are still closed.
Until then Hello Brooklyn.
My sister called this her bonus holiday. My mother remarked, it's not a bonus when it's costing you. Never the less, we still all have our health. My brother is missing his senior prom. But I reminded him he is making part of history. Not only did he turn sweet 16 in the Big apple. But he is living a part of a huge news event affecting people across the globe. He does not care, he wants to be there for his prom.
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