Shop Local. Blessed Sacrament Next-To-New Sale.

.From 9AM-8PM Thursday and Friday.
.& 9AM-Noon on Saturday.
Everything. From electronic & kitchen appliances, to purses, shoes & clothing, to furniture, books, plants and home decor: this sale has ev-er-ything. I cannot wait to show you what I bought yesterday, while perusing with my mom. But there
aree so many cool things I didn’t buy, that I wanted to share these first.

Why not all in 1 post, you ask? Too much. Just too much. This sale is a gem. Plus: All proceeds go to Blessed Sacrament. People are helpful. Church is right near all the Monroe Ave goings-ons. (Spans Oxford & Rutgers at Monroe.) So after you drop, say $60, on dirt-cheat items (that’s a lot ‘o’ shopping … ) You can pop on over to Aladdin’s Eatery where, kid-you-not, most expensive entree item is $11. ELEVEN. But that’s a separate post altogether… .

.Ogle the Goods.
(sshhh: saved my fav &, by far, the
show-stopper
for the end.)
.Blessed Sacrament Next-To-New Sale.
Clockwise from the Left: Take it from the Top. Those are TVs.
Turns & Tables. Tolerance & Organization: Categorized reads, including gay & lesbian.

.Fashion.
.Vintage Jewels.
Clockwise from the Left: Strands o Pearls. Pins & Whirls.

Bows to Clip. Fashion Beads Blue.

.Black & White.
From the Top: Old phone. Wedges & Loafers
.Stylish Shoes.
Clockwise from Left: Strappy Ocean Blue.

Sateen Pink Ballet. Suede Black & Blue.
.Purses, Yes Please.From the Top: Feathered Gem. Smorgasbord of Bags.

.Cuddles & Shnuggles.
.Shoulda but I Didn’t.
Clockwise from Left: Mr. Doggy Quilt. Jonah’s Pillow. Howlin’ for You Coasters.
(Really want that pillow. … And the quilt. But really the pillow!)

.Odds & Ends.
.Old School.
Technically, I am a teacher. And it’s only $8!!!
 
.My Fair Lady.
She’s so elegant. Bit of mystique, no.

 .Creme de la Creme.
.Wedding Bells.
Anyone getting married???
 Vintage Princess Wedding Gown with beaded bodice. Please someone buy it!






tune-in for my buys. extra fancy just like ketchup.
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Review of Plato’s Closet. Hoodwinked.

.I got hoodwinked. 

Wink almost makes it sound cute; hood, tough. But it’s not! It’s damaging to the ego & will have you stewing in the parking lot for at least 30 minutes, while you blow-up rant-Tweet, and eventually call your mother on the verge of tears so that she can tell you everyone makes mistakes and, no, you’re not supposed to learn all of your lessons on negotiating just by watching the poor people who get duped on Pawn Stars.  

Phew. Good to know.

You see, I went to Plato’s Closet.

The one in South Town Plaza (near RIT). It has so many delectable bits of T-shirt & tank top & any other fashion item, articulately arranged in an array of colors. I mean rainbows are jealous. Kay guys. If you’re scene is Hollister Eagle meets Wet 21, you’re in good hands. Truly. Quality clothes. Reuse, recycle. And they buy books. Books! But I got hoodwinked.

* * *

.Hoodwinked.

1. Great Expectations. Sooooo impressed by my spread of clothing (we’re talking Banana, Limited, J.Crew, Gap, H&M), that I took pictures ahead of time to commemorate the beauties I knew I would sell.

.Jungle Dress.
(H&M)

…Yah, that dress & those shoes are still mine. 

.Nude Platform.
(Steve Madden c/o Marshall)
 (How could they not want to buy these???)
.Vary Vera.
(If you’re going to do it, do it here.)


2. Deer in Headlights. Since I high-balled my earnings at $100 MIN (an acquaintance sold $85 worth the other day, so it does happen!), I struggled to process what the sales associate said when $28.10 fell from her lips. For 7 items. $28.10? Hm. Well that doesn’t sound like $100. Does she mean $208.10? Oh? No. $28.10? Actually 28 dollars & then 10 cents? Oh. Coulda’ knocked me over with that Vera Bradley I’d just sold them for what evens-out to be $4. Yes. $4. I repeat: $4. 

* * *

.Onward.

1. Just made someone employee of the month. Kudos to me.

2. Learn my lesson. Now, when I go to sell something of actual worth like, say, jewelry or a car, I shall critique my situation. May I see what I’ve sold? (Yah. Never asked.) May I ask how this has been priced? (Important to know.) In order to eke out such questions, one must first avoid the stun-gun too frequently fired when monetary figures unload.

…Stun-gun Kevlar?…
Confidence. Don’t be nervous (like me) to take your time & understand. 

Know your audience. I popped in after work clad, fashionably, in new shoes (Maxstudio c/o Marshalls), cropped tweed pant (Loft), trench (Target), cotton sky blue scarf (Old Navy), & flowered headband (Loft). Put together. And that’s the problem. Didn’t look like a 15 year old trying to look 18 who is hopped up on Abercrombie & freshman year of high school/college. I mean it’s not like the sales associate saw my more demure, mid-20’s style & thought she could immediately scoff at my clothing and rip-off my Vera Bradley. But then again… 
I had some brand new shoes,
The were all red… (She & Him).
Cropped Tweed (Loft)
Faux-skin Red (Maxstudio C/O Marhsall’s)
First impressions, no.


.To being $28.10 richer.

Local. RMSC Gardens.

Tulip in the gardens at the RMSC.

Yesterday was splendid.

 
.85. Breezy. Sunny. Momsly.

That’s my perfect–perfect–recipe for any day, let alone a Monday. What started as an excursion of we-can-do-whatever-we-want soon became more of an off-the-beaten-Ave-walking-tour of Park Ave, and I would not have had it any other way.

.Off the Beaten Ave.

Vick A: First we met at my apt. (Momsly had to wait for me to finish dressing. Pants … no shorts. Tanning lotion! Tube top–ugh!–tank. … You get the idea).

Correction: Yellow flowers aren’t Foxglove.
But faeries do live in Foxglove.
(That’s what Momslin always says.
…Also told me that ain’t Foxglove. #Moms .)

RMSC: Then we headed to the Herb Gardens at the Rochester Museum & Science Center. (Much more to say below…)

Delish: Next we peaked in at Delish Bakery, on Park near Goodman, which was closed. (But looks … delish, nonetheless. Can’t wait to try!)

 

Makes you feel like Park Avenue
is the Mediterran

Sinbad’s: At last, we traipsed all the way back down Park to grab a bite at Sinbad’s, where I may or may not have accidentally walked into the apartment building before finding my way to the restaurant entrance… . Momsly had this tabouleh salad and I chose a dolma pita, hot. (We shared.) Wine? Oaked Chardonnay for the Mrs. & Herron Hill Reisling (local) for moi. Freshness & taste: beyond. Prices: beyond affordable. Vegetarian options: YES. I must dine here more often.

East Ave: By taking the northerly route back to sample East, Momsly & I trekked to my apt so she could drive us up to Cobb’s Hill. (Quite sweaty at this point. I hate driving. Unrelated.)

Cobb’s: The best. Drove up from Highland where, kid you not, 60+ man–okay, you know those old ppl you see who are mega in shape & look it, so that when you see them do something even your 20-something bod can’t hack, you’re all, Pfffft they were prob captain of the swim team in college, etc???–jogged, normal pace, up–not Cobb’s Hill–but rather, the windy, steep, never-ends street which connects Highland Drive to Cobb’s Hill. All the way up. Normal pace. As in, by the time we parked and tripped our way up the green knoll to get a-strollin’, dude had already finished his incline and began the Reservoir path. Hat’s off.

Apt: After ooing & aahing at the waves in the Reservoir, remanisicing upon old times, and basking in the sunlight, Momslin drove us back to Vick A where, promptly, we took Cooper (Laur’s cute Mr. PupPup!!!!!) for a stroll to the corner & back, wherein, he continued to charm us while enjoying a street-side view from the porch while he awaited his Momslin’s arrival.

Da Moe’s: My day ended eating a scrumptions meal back at Da Moe’s where, yes, I mooched food off from the parents’. Never gets old.

* * *
Striped. (Variegated.)

.Herb Gardens.

While the entire entire day was sumptuous–beyond happy I could enjoy that slice of summer with Momsly–the highlight had to be the gardens, particularly the Herb Gardens, or Garden of Fragrance, at the Rochester Museum & Science Center. Easiest way to find it? Take Park before Goodman (headed West) & stop at the large grassy yard. Giant stones, some in the cast of dinosaur bones, will also signal your way. Continue walking through the mini-park until you greet what appears to be a backyard of sorts. These are the gardens at RMSC.

Name of my first born.

We spent most of our time marveling the Garden of Fragrance but also stopped by side-gardens such as the Wilfrid M. Kearns Garden. The former, which sits perched between two columns of tiered ivy, quaintly displays row upon row of the oddest named herbs. Sure, sure: chives, lavender, & thyme. The ush are there. (What is a good way to abbrev usual? Really?) But Hawthorne Scented Mugwort??? There’s also a Good King Henry. Somewhere between a Harry Potter and a Dicken’s character, wouldn’t you say? Though all herbs were not cultivated, enough popped up to be pleasing to both the nose and eye. I should say it will only improve as spring matures to summer.

Momsly!

The coolest surprise? (Nerdiest. Same.) Whispering Dishes!!!! Whhhhhhhhy do we have cell phones when this technology exists???? Basically, there are 2 of those suckers directly facing each other, I dunno, less-than half a soccer field apart. (Really deficient in distances… .) If you whisper into the center of one, while your Momsly stands listening at the other, she can hear what you said and whisper back. Yesssssssss. It is trueeeeee.

Try it. 

Until Then, a Hawthorne Scented Mugwort-Day to You, Too.

Local. Jonesin for Summer.

When you’re sick, the weather’s a tease, and Coachella‘s happening as we speak/read/type/breathe …  you start jonesin’, hard, for summer.
sweaty dancing, 
beach drinking,
 bbq beerin’,
 festival dressing,

sidewalk ponging, 
porch singing, 
dress dancing,
 hair braiding, 
bikini beaching,
 art walking, 
day drinking 
summer. 
  Summertime.
For festivals & sweet spots alike, follow my un-Official guide…
Festivals:
Highland Park Lilacs!
Lilac Festival
May 11-May 20, 2012

Thankfully (right adverb?), I’m sick during Spring and can only anticipate (instead of miss-out on) all of Rochester’s summer funnin’. I think most Rochesterians can agree that the unofficial kick-off begins with Rochester’s famous Lilac Festival. Beginning May 11 and ending May 20, this festival has 3 good weeks on Memorial Day Weekend. Great chance to transition from rainy-spring to (rainy) summer clothing & even try some festival braids.
Tulip Garden.
Braids (French, fish, Heidi, Little House on the Prairie … you get the idea) are killing this year. 
Lucky lucky lucky for me: frizz ♥s braids and likewise.
East End Music Festivals
June 1, July 13, August 10, 2012
June 1, July 13, August 10. Whether Memorial Day tapers-off and summer’s just a glimpse on the horizon or summer’s almost spent and she’s bowing her head, this baby spins in circles, ’round & ’round & ’round, until it topples into a pile of sweaty, stale hangover. East End Fest might kick your butt, but it also keeps the celebraish kickin’. I don’t care how old you are (as long as it’s 21+), this is the place to be at least 1 Friday of each summer every month. … Oh yeah, and there’s live music. Like 5 stages worth.  Kick it.
Party in the Park 
Every Thursday, June-August, 2012 
 
Thirsty-Thursdays more your speed??? Rochester’s too. Concert series (singular & plural?) like Party-in-the-Park, which is nestled in Downtown Rochester, begin every Thursday from around June to August. If you can’t wait for the weekend, or feel nostalgic for your college days … check out the Riverside Festival Site. Pretty close to everyone.
Rochester International Jazz Fest 
June 22-30, 2012
More sophisticated tastes. Love music. Still want to party. This is THE line-up. The 11th Edition Rochester International Jazz Fest, sponsored by Xerox, features musical greats the likes of Darryl Hall, Diana Krall, Norah Jones, & Bonnie Raitt. Not to mention numerous local names. Pretty freakin’ slick. Music. Jam-band. Rock. Jazz. Music. … If not already sold-out, buy tix here. (Or at the door–er–gates. That’s where I’ll be.)
 10 Ugly Men Festival 
July 21, 2012 

ihadagoodnight.com Guy
took this Pic. Find him at all the festivals.
  In my small city/town mind–in my East Coast mind–this is the closest I will ever get to Coachella. Ugh, the comparison, itself, is ludicrous. (Who’s probably playing at Coachella as we speak.) 10 Ugly. Is there any way to describe the 10 Ugly Men Festival? Well, first & foremost, it is a fundraiser. Read all about Ten Ugly Men Charities & the Bright Eyes Fund, which contributes to pediatric brain tumor treatment at Golisano’s Children’s and other hospitals/centers, by clicking the link above. No one needs an excuse to drink or to listen to live music or to eat grilled food and day-camp at Genesee Valley Park in a bathing-suit while playing can jam or kick ball or volley ball … or, I dunno’, while slip ‘n’ sliding. But if you do. Support the Bright Eyes Fund. Trust me, 10 Ugly will not disappoint. If it does, you can always leave on 1 of the free shuttles that will take you right back to Park or University. Done.

Park Ave Fest.
August 4-5, 2012 
Vick Park A. It was awes.
Above all else, this is my jam. Ironically, it involves no official music. Emphasis on official. Unofficially, this is the artiest, pong-iest, jamming-est festival of the summer. Imagine: 
1. Park Ave. (Or any windy, artfully, centrally located avenue in the heart of bars/restaurants/cafes/life.) close it off, & line it with rows of arts, crafts, & food vendors.
2. Take all Park Ave residents–streets directly off (such as mine) and tributaries (such as Harvard)–put speakers in the windows, pong tables on the porches, lawn games on the … lawns, and a red cup in every person’s hand. This is Park Ave. From 10am Friday until 5pm Sunday. Park Ave.
For all of those In Between’s
April-August, 2012
  When summer’s not in full-swing, you still celebrate. Here’s a just a few of my fav spots:
1. Starry Nights Cafe: Great for outdoor wine sipping or any cafe creation you could crave. Live music, outdoors. Murals of Van Gogh’s art. See ya at the corner of University.

2. Chocolate & Vines: Porch wine/chocolate/cheese sampling. …Yes.
3. Marge’s Lakeside Inn: Jimmy Buffet Central. Drink on the sand, listen to the waves crash into the land, and stare at the stars with your friends. Just try it. Go.
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Local. Cobbs Hill.

Cobbs Hill Park & Reservoir
(fav hill to jog…most times not all the way up)

Favorite place in Rochester: park, at the very least. Too many reasons to name.

Please drive/bike/jog/walk up there someday. Counter-clockwise (if you start from the pumping station) and, clear day or not, ooh & aah as Rochester’s skyline edges into view. An island amongst 

a sea of trees. No pics of this b/c, sometimes, you just have to take mental pics. Some very special times.

So … I’m debuting my poetry. For the firrrrrssssssssst time. (Hence, “debut,”.) It’s about Cobbs Hill … mostly. Enjoy.
On the Other Side of the Bike Path

–>

On the other side

of the bike path,

Laying in the sun.

Over where the hills

roll. Triangle sword-slices

stick to my sides.

Inch their way closer, like flies

that flit.

But I don’t mind.

I just want

to be near the sun

that bakes pots of

Clay and spots

of rose

into my face.

That lies like a blanket

to soothe away the tired.

To whisper (it’s all okay) into my breath.

The ground lies empty,

no one’s around. Not near me,

on the other side of the bike path.

The hills seem pleased

listening

in need of not anything.

Solitary roll

isolated joy

singularly free.

And then there’s me.

Interrupting their mid-afternoon

sleep. And it should feel undone.

On the other side

of the bike path.
    . . .