Gabor-graphy

Found this in the men's bathroom of the public library and promptly returned it to the shelves, but not before being amazed. I have no idea who took such profound reading there, but the homeless man who's ingrained the chair near the window with his b.o. is my guess. Can't wait for his book on Zsa Zsa to come out.

This reads like modernist poetry

"My story is a true story and not a 'hear so' and since Eva is not around that is the reason that I am sharing a few  handrwritten letters and messages...."

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thought for the day

*a birthday toast to mean dirty

Fairy telling

Once upon a time, I read that your favorite fairy tale could reveal a lot about your personality.  Maybe it was from Bruno Bettelheim, maybe it was from an internet chain letter.
Who knows.

Mine has always been Rapunzel.
It takes no psychotherapist to figure out why.
I mean really.

Locked up in a tower by an over protective parental figure? 
Duh.
Anyway, I always loved  how she didn't just wait for the Prince to make his way up to her.
Hell, she gave him a rope...even if it must have hurt her hair.
That's me, baby.  That's me.

So, what's yours?  

thought for the day

just cause

Stuff I didn't buy

..but wish I could.
When I'm bored and lonely I often find myself in a thrift store. I can't use/fit/afford what I see, but never let a bargain go unnoticed.
Anyway, here are some bad cell phone photos taken from various sources. You can almost smell the dust and urine, can't you?

lovely old Mardi Gras Indian costume

sideboard

beautiful old desk at the Salvation Army

Old Stove

Cute little chair

Big honkin chair

freaky stuffed poodle

midcentury modern credenza 

Gouache portrait from India at Salvation Army

Barbie's cardboard dreamhouse

gorgeous/tacky lamps

redneck coatrack

Someone's light reading in the bathroom

reminder

Crime Report

"He wore movie-star-sized sunglasses, a tan scarf around his head and a winter coat on a warm day. But his motive Saturday morning was not high fashion, it was disguise.
At about 9:20 a.m., a man dressed as a woman walked into the Capital One bank at 3540 St. Charles Ave. and handed a teller a note demanding money, according to a news release from the FBI's New Orleans office."

via ladybunny via nola.com

in honor of twelfth night

Tonight was Twelfth Night, the official beginning of Carnival, and coincidentally (?), I happened to find this slender volume sitting forlornly on the shelf at the public library.
It was published in 1948 and is a treasure trove of beautiful illustrations. I had to share.

"a group starts out"

"the coach dogs"

"the queen of the carnival"

"exhausted merrymakers"

"maskers' prize competition"

"truck riders"

"the death masker"

"six o'clock"

"comus"

"the zulu parade"

"negro maskers"

"female impersonator"

"the meeting of comus and rex"