April 2012
4 posts
“Enjoy the little things, for one day you may look back and realize they were the...”
blog is in the details........
New York and New Yorkers have a great appreciation for The Spring!
There is suddenly a different scent to the air……not so much blossom or daffodils but as if the earth itself is breathing a sigh of relief up through the cracks and spaces between the paving stones.
With that said this week I simply wanted to share a slew of images of spring ‘buds’ from The Flea...
March 2012
2 posts
KAY
Sometimes the words just flow.
Sometimes in order to convey a story or an anecdote a little embroidering upon a truth is permissible. It sets a scene, weaves a little magic into the thread of a tale and can connect the fragments.
And sometimes the story needs no elaboration…..it just is what it is. You can tell it how it was simply told to you.
I have been trying to put down in many ways...
February 2012
4 posts
“Often the hand will solve a mystery that the intellect has struggled with in...”
HAND JOB
As you can probably already tell…..I love hands……not all hands mind you…..I love hands that can ’ do ‘.
The limp and the useless I can do without…..they are usually attached to the passionless and hang lifeless and flabby at the sides of their owners.
Hands I think can tell you so much about a person. If the eyes are the windows of the soul then the...
January 2012
2 posts
JANET
There is much to be said about the characters and individuals who both haunt and sell at the FLEA.
On any given weekend there will be the flamboyant, the dealer and the near filthy all rubbing shoulders.
It might sound a little glib but from all of my many weekends of wandering the stalls and booths you also begin to notice patterns in the choices….a handwriting that colours each little...
December 2011
9 posts
A firm handshake from Santa Claus..... or What...
I have always had this nagging feeling, that there is some kind of cosmic zeitgeist that joins us; informing our collective spirit It may be more about where I find myself at the end of this year; working on this new venture and spending time enjoying more creative endeavors and making time for a little more doing and a little less consuming. It may also be by meeting folks who even when...
“Good taste is the worst vice ever invented.
Edith Sitwell”
PURCHASE..................
Saturday.
The whole of the market is in a festive uproar this weekend and whilst I am usually a sucker for those small cardboard crates of vintage baubles (even when new, seem far too fragile to house glass tree ornaments) this time around I was able to bypass these and the racks of vintage Christmas themed aprons; all poinsettias and gilded reindeer.
I have yet to discover how two of the...
“I had three chairs in my house; one for solitude, two for friendship, three for...”
