Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Day 20, I finally get to the park
I originally had big plans for Sunday which was to go up to Harlem to my friends bike store so she could teach me to ride a bike before my 30th birthday. Yup, you read that right. I'm 30 and I don't know how to ride a bike and I am desperate to learn. But it will happen soon, I swear it and if any readers want to offer their services I'd be very excited by the prospect. Although it's not exactly like I lack offers to teach me to ride a bike, it's more like everyone lacks the follow-through to actually teach me. So if you're serious for real, let me know.
I was actually kind of happy for the last minute cancellation because I was so damn tired from family and cooking and services and eating and travelling and driving and all the other things associated with holidays. The sun was shining, there wasn't a cloud in the sky and I had a book that I was obsessed with finishing (go read The Yiddish Policemen's Union, it's so good) but hadn't had an opportunity to do so because I'd been riding the R gossip-train to work every morning and seeing Ateqah every single day and the subway is my main reading time. So I threw on a dress, grabbed a blanket and a book and headed to the park. Perhaps I should have been doing something a bit more exciting on my last day of my 20's, but reading in the park sounded like perfection to me. Perhaps I really am getting old.
Dress is a size 12 from H&M, purchased via a Friday fatshionista sale post. For those who don't know what that is, on Friday people post online clothing sales to fatshionista and folks can buy clothing for a fraction of the cost. Particularly now with Re/Dress I am too lazy to actually photograph my clothes and ship them out, but I have a bought a fair amount of clothing from fats sales over the years. Flip flops are haviana's, earrings were purchased a million years ago in Paris and the cropped hoodie is a hand-me-down from Mirka and is a medium from Banana Republic. Yes, a medium. Sizes really make no sense sometimes.
I wasn't sure who was going to take my picture on Sunday and this was beginning to gnaw at me. I even thought I might stop by my friends P&S house on my way home, but low and behold that was completely unnecessary because they happened upon me in the park, along with their puppy Java and visited with me for a bit and took today's photos. Seriously, once the month of dresses is over I may start up a new blog titled "how many people did I run into in Brooklyn today."
I love dogs. You know how people make funny faces to babies on the street? Well I do that with dogs. All my friends have baby pangs, I just have doggie pangs. But I don't have the sort of life (to start with a building that lets you have a dog) that would allow me to be the right type of mommy. So for now I get to play with my friends dogs, but one day I will have the English bulldog of my dreams. Thanks for playing with me Java.