Showing posts with label Bananas. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bananas. Show all posts
Thursday, April 15, 2010
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Sunday, August 31, 2008
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Eye on Main Street, Summer White Days
Saturday, May 24, 2008
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Buttons, buttons, buttons

When we get a vintage dress in need of buttons, we check our supply for a match, or a close match. I have been sifting, researching, and now realize, that some of the buttons are worth more than the clothes we attach them to. Yesterday, I discovered we have some large and over-sized Molco butoons in pristine condition. The five star gold leaf shape is covered by a perfect translucent dome.

some opalescent buttons and some metal picture buttons (pic is upside down to let us all enjoy the Knight in Shining Armor.
Thursday, January 10, 2008
bananas, a dead rat, perfume and numbers

the store still carries the underlying musk of dead rat. yuck. two days working (yesterday and today) and my head is full of the stench. it's not real strong anymore, yet the scent becomes cumulative. it is a too strong attar, as civet and hungarian rose (while the best for long term under notes in perfumes) are a sickening aroma in pure attar. we keep burning incense heavy in sandalwood. it is making the musk darker. tried lavendar, it bites the nose, lemon too sweet, frankencense, too heady.
any ideas? i kept the door open today until it got too chill. my friend Sue suggested cooking tomato soup in the space.
and my head is full of pages and pages and pages of numbers. inventory time. the gray matter still chunks away at numbers like the pro i used to be when determining co-pays during my years as an insurance underwriter.
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Bananas

We started smelling the musk two weeks ago. Last week we confirmed the musk was the rotting carcass of a rat caught between the floorboards. Ozium, Incense, closing vents helped, but did not eliminate the scent. The rats moved from the fire zone of the Lorraine Apartments to find housing in the basement grooves of the downhill Main Street stores.
When I opened the store yesterday the first thing that hit me was the underlying musk. It is not as bad as last week and the vintage clothes have not retained the scent. The scent, however, has remained in my head. yuck.
It is warm today. I will open the door to catch the fresh air. I hope the stench leaves soon, it gives me a headache.
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