A tumble in training found on 8th Street

Merci Olivia for spotting this little gem twirling by the shoe store in the Village.
Now that you have moved I expect fresh specimens from Tribeca!

Weave makes it's debut at The Frick

On Monday night the Frick Museum held their annual, intimate members ball. It's always a swank affair with live bands and endless champagne.

We met one delightful guest who had the most daring hair. Well, daring for the Frick. It was blond on top and dark brown underneath. I commented on its good looks and she just snapped- "It weave ok! It's just weave! I had it all cute and curled but this damn rain ruined it and now it's a mess!"

Oh dear. I thought it looked rather sublime.

As the evening wore on and the dancing reached a crescendo I noticed this darling girl scurrying to the corner of the ballroom and fiddling with her hair. What could it be?

"It's my weave! I had to take it out. It just separates from your natural hair when you get sweaty and I was looking a wreck."

Here is proof, dear reader, that even at the Frick ball one can sniff out some good tracks. Hope they ended up tumbling to a good bar for a night cap.

Live from swinging Haslemere, Britain!

My dear friend Angela sent this to me all the way from her wee town.

Tell me how you discovered this rare gem of the East?

Well, I was near Haslemere train station, Surrey,  I thought .... no, surely this can't be, OMG it is, this is unbeweavable. This definitely is from out of town as the most blackalicious thing in Haslemere is a pint of Hammerpot Bottle Wreck Porter!

Angela
xxx

Thank you Angela! And keep up the good work. Have a pint for us!