Odd Sights In and Out

This monster sandwich greeted everyone at the Brooklyn Flea this morning - some advertising for an online food specialty something or other.  Now, I can understand little kids thinking it was real, but more than a few big folk had to ask.  Talk about squeaky meats*.

Lola is loving her patch of grass.  

She has made it clear she does not want it cut.  

If this was outdoors, we'd be "THAT" neighbor  - 

the bane that causes all the crab grass and dandelions in the area.  

NEXT WEEK:  the spectacular Great PUPkin - an annual dog costume contest in Fort Greene Park, and then the amazing Halloween extravaganza down the block (they close the street) - this year's theme: Vampire Opera.  Overall, a photographer's delight!

*Squeaky meats is a nearly registered trademark phrase that my husband came up with for all the hipster doofuses in the neighborhood.

Out and About on another Beautiful Saturday Morning

When we first moved to the Clinton Hill/Fort Greene area of Brooklyn in 2003, it was very quiet (except for the emergency vehicles and poorly muffled motorcycles).  Even on weekends, I could walk for blocks and only see 3 or 4 people.  Then the Farmers' Market and Brooklyn Flea arrived, and the throngs, and fun, followed.

Great trio at the farmers' market.

Someone wanted to get a move on...

This handsome fella turned and gave me this perfect pose.

About 4 feet tall.

Love these tin (?) animals.  They had some new ones this week.

These are about a foot long. 

This picture reminded me of a few of my favorite 

bloggers that have households with cats and dogs.

Popular re-created and treated tin ceiling panels.   

I thought these were hand-drawn, but they are photos
on slate.   Would make a beautiful series on a small wall.

Old typewriters have become "hip".   I'm proud to admit I started
on a manual - the one my mother used to type up all my father's graduate
school papers.  I tried one of these, and I can't believe how far and hard
the keys have to be pressed.  

However, these are well before my time.

Pendants, rings and cuff links made out of old 

typewriter keys.  

Artie - I still have that set to send you!

I ended with a treat - a chocolate egg cream.  They said the pretzel stick 

makes it authentic.  Reminds me of the new trend to put gourmet salts

on chocolate.

Saturday Brooklyn Flea

The Brooklyn Flea, a block from home, has become trouble - too much tempting stuff for sale.  I bring my camera now in order to focus more on getting "good shots" rather than "must-have" items.  It works!  This Saturday past was the first day in a long while that required closed toe shoes and socks - always an Autumnal milestone.  I love the cooler weather, but it takes a few days for my feet to adjust.

Not sure what fascinated me more - 

the lampshade or the vendor's outfit.

The Brooklyn Flea

The famous Brooklyn Flea Market started in a school yard a block away.  Famous you ask?  Well, when Martha Stewart claims it to be one of her favorite places, and my mother in NH asks me if I've heard of it, it doesn't get more famous than that.  No tube socks or used make-up here.  For the winter, it is now housed in an historic, and rather phallic, old building - the Williamsburgh Savings Bank that is the centerpiece of the view from our apt.  They kept all the old features (customer counters, mosaic tile ceilings, light fixtures) in the public area, and it makes for a dramatic setting for some fun and tasty, if rather expensive, finds.