'Tis the Season

for people to dress up in all sorts of jolly costumes...

like this Santa-ette selling yoghurt drinks on Penn Station.....

and a young man selling cosmetics in Macy's....

where I met this rather alarming, if cheerful, elf.

Part of Macy's Christmas grotto. Gloriously, astoundingly overwhelmingly red.

This elf in Union Square was selling home made chutneys.

Such simplicity at the Union Square cafe where they get things so exactly right

like the pumpkin cheescake. Yum.

After exactly the right amount to eat

I discover, amidst the paper-whites and cyclamen, an austerely perfect Lenten Rose.

My friend Susanna Gordon's father-in-law IS Santa

see her wonderful post here

Blog Fodder

I always carry my camera with me just in case I see something I like the look of.

On the way to the park with the dog, the virginia creeper looked picturesque.

On the way back from the park, I saw a man painting a wall white.

Later in the morning, I saw a cream colored table I coveted like mad in ABC Carpet, which is the sort of place you wander into and want to buy everything including the building itself.

 Most things are astoundingly expensive, though I did see a teeny tiny glass vase for $6. I could quite happily move in and live there.

This is in ABC looking down on a bar with lights reflected in glass.

Thence to Union Square (with nice puffs of steam)

where they have quinces

and pumpkins

and green stuff that is good for you

and pears galore. So with all this plethora and jumble of stuff......how to make a post?
Some people wait until they have a sensible topic like BeeDrunken --who writes very elegantly. Some people give you useful information and instruct you. What's rather fun is that there is utterly no point at all in blogging unless you want there to be.

An Almost Retro Friday

For some reason, when I got home yesterday and looked at my photos I discovered a sort of melancholy yellowish-gray tinge to them.
Here a building on 18th Street and 7th Avenue that was probably built in the 30's of the last century.



A nice bulky truck - the very apotheosis of truckness.



It is always nice to have lunch here.
The Union Square Cafe gets it exactly right.
It's very understated.



When I next go there, I will wear this dress from Anthropologie in these very weird colors.



For some reason Tudor-revival small paned windows make me feel slightly sad. They are redolent of teashops in the 1950's.
A musty odor of violets.