Gettin' around town

A friend gave me this cute little taxi to pass along to Big City Girl. The top flips up and the inside is hollow....perfect for hiding the family jewels, or a chocolate stash.

BCG tells me taxis are an excellent way to get around in the big city.

I've always wondered why they didn't call it the Big Banana.


Or the big Head of Lettuce.


She says taxis can also serve as moving vans, if a person has a need to move mostly small stuff a mile or so down the road......which BCG had to do recently when BCBF decided they might both benefit from having some space. Maybe you recall the post wherein I discussed the possibility of relinquishing my mom license.


I can pretty well visualize this moving process. One gathers one's stuff on sidewalk #1, hails a cab, throws stuff in cab, jumps in, jumps out, pulls stuff out of cab and places it on sidewalk #2......and then pays the fare plus a nice tip. Part of this process involves engaging a watcher--a good buddy who can babysit your stuff while it sits on the sidewalk. The Seinfeld armoire episode illustrates this very well.


BCG was planning to come for a visit today, but she overslept. So she promised to come next weekend instead. It will be good for Mr. Gadget and I to see her and reassure ourselves that she's weathering this storm. I'll restock her travel tissue holder....the one with the taxi print.....and send her home with some homemade cookies.....and maybe some toilet paper. Did I ever mention that toilet paper is like gold to kids once they move out? At some point, but not right away, I'll pass along a priceless bit of mom wisdom. "Men are like busses," I'll say. "There'll be another one along in five minutes."

Family jewels

When I was young, one of my favorite gifts from my grandma was a few of her crochet-covered hangers. Although, I must say, I'm much more appreciative of them now than I was then. On occasion, she would give me a 5-year diary or some stationery--both of which I liked--but neither of which survived the ages.

I could probably make some of these hangers with left-over sock yarn. I'll bet Big City Girl would appreciate having some....even if they don't come with batteries, remotes or touch screens. The instructions for use are simple enough: hold hanger in left hand, apply coat with right hand.

I have one more finished object to share.

I'm getting kinda tired of making socks. I'm much more of a sock-knitter than a sock-wearer. Maybe I'll just crochet sock-yarn hanger covers. I'm a big hanger-user, although I haven't always been. In my younger years, like Big City Girl, most of my clothes were dustmops.

So today I went to see my west-coast hairdresser, Clara. She gives me a nice haircut using mostly a razor. This works well with my thick hair. Clara never comments on the haircuts I get from my east-coast hairdresser. But when I get back to my Connecticut haircutter (I think that would be my Concutter), there are sometimes a few cutting remarks..heh...heh... Like, "Oh, I think the right side is a little longer than the left," or "Yeah, that's the way they cut hair out west." It would be nice not to have to worry about hair. I've told Mr. Gadget I'd be happy to donate some of mine to him, or that I might even let it go gray. But he politely declines my offer, and then strongly suggest that I not un-friend my hairdressers.