favorite locals

It’s a typical Saturday morning.  I spend it, like most people I imagine, doing errands.

My first stop is Joseph’s.  My favorite cleaners.  Joseph is the name of the cleaners but the owner is Larry (I think he bought it from someone named Joseph many years ago and kept the name).  Larry’s prices are high, but his work is excellent.

Larry

Doris, the seamstress

Next I head over to the Farmer’s Market.  It’s a few blocks from my apartment, and vendors from all over the state populate it.  My standard fare includes apples, vegetables, corn, maybe some plums, and always tomatoes.  I usually buy from the same two vendors. 

I don’t know her name but her lines are always the longest.  Her husband went to Cornell and they live somewhere upstate.  She is friendly and hard-working and if she lived locally I could see being friends with her.  She claims not to photograph well but I would disagree.

Then there is this man. 

He is always smiling and sells the best tomatoes.  His lines are also long.

Next I stop by my favorite little neighborhood boutique where I have a $290 credit.  Lisa is one of those people you can’t help but gravitate to.  She has impeccable taste and knows my slyle.  “You wouldn’t like that coat; it’s too heavy for you.  But let me show you this skirt, it is so you.”  And she is always right.  I consider a few things but buy nothing. I feel good walking out empty handed.

And my final stop of the morning is Perfect Brow, a little waxing/threading place around the corner from where I live.  The place is clean, inexpensive, and close.  These are my waxers though I don’t use them today.

No, today I see Viju.  

He does a great job at blowing out my hair and today I decide to use him for the first time to color my roots. It costs $40 and I’m pleased with the results.

I am home by noon.