I Left My Hair in New York City
November 2, 2008
Somewhere between New York and Nashville is our hair. I don’t really know why it isn’t in the Suitcase of Luv–that’s where I saw it last–but it really put the cramp on my Halloween efforts this year. I was ready to wear both your beehive AND my locks of unholy love, but I don’t know where any of it is. Do you think some airport security person made off with it?
I had to fall back on my most comfortable of costumes on hand, the Cat in the Hat, which really is a sort of onesie for the big girl. No foxy policewoman for me, and no attention from anybody over the age of four. A two-year-old Batman liked it. A lot.
From left: Boxman (a YouTube phenomenon I’m not going to link to but you can go there if you’re feeling young), Lame Ghost, Baby, Cat in Hat, and Bob Marley.
I found David’s friend Baby really disturbing and made him stop looking at me cause he was creeping me out.
Really Big News: Tailgate Antiques Show
The huge development down here is that the Tailgate Antiques Show, formerly housed in a motel out by Opryland, has relocated to the Tennessee State Fairgrounds. I can hardly describe how disorienting this was. Instead of motel rooms crammed to the roof with crap galore and also precious treasure, it was all laid out in orderly booths in the many buildings that house gun shows, garden shows, and state fair knitting competitions.
That’s right: no more peeking into Room 203 and discovering people eating breakfast amid their Civil War flintlocks. No thrilling hike up to the third floor, where only the aerobically fit dared to go.
This is just not the same. The dealers all seemed pleased not to be hauling pie safes up staircases, but we shoppers missed the piled-up hellhole quality of the old motel.
Which is not to say, of course, that there was a lack of weirdness. They’ll never take that away.
You make the call: live or stuffed?
Sublime Moments Amid the Taxidermy
Here’s some juicy/blah for ya:
There was a new dealer who specialized in antique sewing stuff. YES: I tried to find a rug hook for you. NO: she did not have one.
This quilt from the 1870s gave me a moment:
Squint at it and you see the light/dark pattern.
So dim! So authentic! So very beautiful!
Finally, here’s a five-second movie for ya from the Tailgate.