late November early December

Thrifting on 5th Avenue, Park Slope

I'm in New York City once again, post Thanksgiving which means Pre-Christmas with black Friday and cyber Monday as early indices of that not so subtle transition from gathering humans feeling thankful (verging on the meaningful and spiritual) to the cold material lure of consumption.

                                             

Pop up flea market, Prince  and Broadway

Love the vendor's "Honfleur" skirt 

     

                                                   On the R train heading to Brooklyn



         

     Beacon's Closet, 5th Avenue, Park Slope. The sign says "Focus on Winter."


I did cave for a necklace at the pop up flea market.

I had been looking for something that would emit a bit of light off of my neck, as I am becoming sensitive about my aging face, especially when it ends up in other people's photos, and I am totally unprepared. Anyway. There it was, among the glim, the glam, the toc as we say in French, there is a lot of ugly cheap jewelry out there. I do enjoy chatting with the vendors, when they really know their trade. Apparently, this necklace (silver and glass beads) is from the 1960s. I can picture Goldie Hawn wearing something like that on "Laugh In."

1968 nostalgia. Aging mama. Returning to her old digs (I lived in lower Park Slope in the early '80s). Chatting with a high school friend (I went to the French Lycée). Looking back seems normal when you reach a certain age. Besides, the past is a big part of our identity. Best to examine it before we completely forget it if we are still trying to figure who we are.