tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27034597.post5184547118287536417..comments2024-03-26T02:36:30.774-04:00Comments on jezebel. correspondence for the vagabond heart.: Ode to a small thing (not Teepee)jezebelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05509325518752000772noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27034597.post-70459897999839132162009-01-17T16:08:00.000-05:002009-01-17T16:08:00.000-05:00Your grandfather CRACKS me up! I nearly spit out ...Your grandfather CRACKS me up! I nearly spit out my piece of Dubble Bubble.Lisa Borgnes Giramontihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08708026781435832810noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27034597.post-49119450444772661922009-01-16T01:08:00.000-05:002009-01-16T01:08:00.000-05:00Oh my goodness! I am obsessed with your blog! I ...Oh my goodness! I am obsessed with your blog! I am so excited you visited! And your embroideries melt me.<BR/><BR/>When I first moved to Carroll Gardens, I got similar treatment from the Italian ladies on my block- they called us "the girls," and we were a bit like specimens in a wunderkammer. My grandfather grew up in Williamsburg (my great-grandfather worked at the Navy Yards.) When I tell him what it's like now, he can only shake his head and say, "All we wanted to do was get out of that shithole." And when I ask him if he had a sink in his bathroom (as you know, many railroads do not) his answer: "We were lucky to have a toilet in our bathroom."<BR/><BR/>Off to belatedly link to "A Bloomsbury Life" and pen an ode to you...jezebelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05509325518752000772noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27034597.post-15845698397442179682009-01-15T21:53:00.000-05:002009-01-15T21:53:00.000-05:00Yes, Jezebel, the curved needle is a godsend! I h...Yes, Jezebel, the curved needle is a godsend! I have framed several of my embroidery pieces, only to discover a loose thread hanging from the front side when I picked it up from the framer's. Thanks to the curved needle, I was able to tuck it back into the wrong side of the work.<BR/><BR/>I adore your blog. Your profile says you live in Brooklyn. I love Brooklyn. I used to live in Williamsburg - in 1993, before it was cool. Getting off the L train at Bedford late at night, the little old Polish ladies would stick their heads out of the upper windows watching to make sure I weaved my way home safely... and there was nary a New York Times to be found. Lots and lots of yummy kielbasa, though!Lisa Borgnes Giramontihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08708026781435832810noreply@blogger.com