Author: Stacy Horn

This is an “I love people” shot for me. The Flat Iron building is right behind this girl, so they’re making it look like she’s squeezing the building between her hands. I thought they looked cute.

I’m walking home and I see a small group of Santas on the street.  Could it be??? They ask me if Washington Square Park is uptown or downtown and I tell them (downtown) but they don’t believe me.

I know what this is about though. Goodbye Santas!! I hope you find your way to …

SANTACON!!

I took a bunch of movies, but I messed up the setting so not one of my movies came out.

I’ve cried and cried, but now I’m ready to move on and just go with the stills.

See this group? I adopted every one of them. Meet my new children.

Santa gets arrested.

And a little lovin’.

Since I’d taken a bunch of movies I didn’t really try to get a shot of the whole crowd, so I’m disappointed that none of these capture just how many Santas were there. Or all the singing and the dancing and the joy.

There were Santas all over the place, going on and on and out of the frames of these shots. A great big park full of happy Santas.

I called the ASPCA to find out when the chihuahuas arrive and I was told they’re still just talking about doing this.  In other words, it’s just at the idea stage at this point.

It’s not like chihuahuas don’t come up for adoption, in any case.  I can certainly look elsewhere.

I’ve decided to take the subway up to Tiffany’s and walk down 5th Avenue, taking pictures of the holiday sights, turning off at 34th to Macy’s.

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Just filling up space to get to the bottom of this post …

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Hey, am I misspelling chihuahuas repeatedly?  Because all of a sudden the spelling I’m using just looks plain wrong.

I calculated that Finney is four times the size of those chihuahuas, and Buddy, even in his reduced state, is three times the size. So really, it’s the chihuahua I’d need to worry about. Would they bat him around, like they do those poor mice who occasionally fall into their clutches?

That hasn’t happened in a long time, by the way. It’s like the mice of the world know. Stay away. Thank god. I was hysterical the last time.

That’s a humidifier on the floor. I have one of those going 24 hours a day in the winter. Otherwise my skin feels dry and tight and I hate that feeling. I believe part of the reason I’m relatively wrinkle-free is I’ve always had dry skin, and I hate the feeling so I’ve been battling it my whole life. I’ve moisturized constantly since I was 12 and I think I discovered the absolute joy of the warm mist humidifier in my 20’s. Maybe my early 30’s. It really is a great tool. If you wake up in the morning with tight skin, dry nose, chapped lips, whatever, this will take care of that.

Plus, it’s very comforting. It must be some leftover thing from childhood, when my mother would put these things in my room when I was sick.

How am I supposed to resist?? There are a bunch of chihuahuas about to head to NYC for adoption. Story here.