Stacy Horn

Buddy does this thing with his paws, it’s almost like he’s trying to hug himself.  Please notice that he was also wagging his tail.  Cats wag their tails.  Little known fact.

Here he’s noticing he’s getting his picture taken, but the paws remain in position.

Do goats and cats get along? I saw these little guys while wandering the Greenmarket in Union Square with my friends Jimmy and Cori.  We tried to see Coraline, but it was sold out for the next two years.

The one I mentioned in the post before this one.  Why is this worth four times as much?  It looks like the same size.  Here’s the listing.  Okay, it does seem bigger.  I’d have to go back and compare the square feet, but I’m too lazy to bother.  It’s not like I’m going to buy one of them  I love the inside of this one though, and it’s got a fireplace.  Ohmygod it’s got three fireplaces. And a garden.  I changed my mind.  I want this one. 

The prettiest building is up for sale. I did a “then and now” on it last year. This picture was taken in 1928, and the one for sale is the narrower one on the left, 387 Bleecker.

I love the kind of door the building on the corner used to have — that diagonal cut into both sides style. 

Now there’s a Marc Jacobs store on that corner.  That’s the one downside to it for me.  

Oh wait, no. What am I talking about?  That’s not a downside at all. The bottom floor of 387 is storefront retail too, and retail-wise, it’s probably a good thing to be next door to a store that is almost always packed.  There’s three or four Marc Jacobs stores on Bleecker and this is where he sells more affordable do-dads, so it’s always busy.  And it’s not a noisy busy.  It’s not like being next to a bar.  For the people living on the upper two floors of 387, it would be fine.

Here was my “now” shot from last summer, but I took another picture below, to show how it looks more straight-on.

I wonder what’s in the back. Hey. I should have looked at who listed this house so I could have looked up the price.  Maybe it’s in the Times.

Found it!  While I was looking for it I saw that there’s a building directly across the street for sale for nine and a half million dollars!  (I’ll take a picture of that today.) But this one can be had for a mere $2,395,000.  Oh god.  I love it.  Why oh why am I not a kabillionaire. You can see the inside here.  I’m in pain now.

From now on when I can’t do something, that will be my answer.  No explanations.  Just a simple, “unable.”  I would give examples, but I don’t want to alarm the people who are asking me to do things I fear I can’t do.

I passed this store yesterday.  I think it said “make-up for professionals” or “professional makeup,” I forget.  In any case, it’s a Makeup Forever store and it reminded I have to start seriously thinking about what I look like.  I’m going to be getting up in front of people again and again to give talks, readings, etc., and I’ll be miserable if I don’t feel pretty.  

I need to pick outfits, schedule a facial, a pedicure—no one will see my feet, but it will put a necessary spring in my step.  And maybe I should stop by this place? We better not have this conversation though:

Me:  Make me pretty, please.
Them:  Unable.