Reasons To Be Cheerful 1-2-3

Ten bucks to anyone who remembers that song? Hah, okay, it was Ian Dury and the Blockheads. One of the women who works here is Lily Wilson and she takes some delicious photos of all the stuff that rolls into Yolk. She also is a sweet singer and you should check her out if you live in LA.

Feeling in a summer mood so I thought I'd throw some fun, bright, spotty things at you!

All Good In The Hood

So somebody here was written up in LA Times (golf claps). I do miss seeing my name in print, which when I worked in magazine happened a bunch.

On a totally different Yolk note, we are having waaaay too much doing silly window displays (the top of this blog shows our easter garland) and the newest display de hilarity is a bunch of random pinatas with the phrase "hit me with you best shot" emblazoned across the middle (cue Pat Benatar guitar riff). I took some pics, albeit bad ones, but it has really struck a chord with the Latin contingency in the area. Since the window was done by two white chicks (me and window whiz Cathy Callahan) we didn't realize the cultural significance of Chavo del Ocho so we left him out (it was a weird looking kid in a barrel). Apparently, our friend Chavo was a "legendary Mexican sitcom about an orphan boy and his quirky neighbourhood." A kid in a barrel doesn't sound too joyful to me but my husband (Mexican) and my Fed Ex guy (also Latin) went crazy when they saw this pinata and said the show was hilarious in the 70's. I gave paper Chavo to said Fed Ex guy and he rode around with him in his truck all day. Who doesn't love a happy ending?

Some Things Aren't So Great

Usually I'm fairly cheery--I save my pouty outbursts for the privacy of my home so only my husband is really privy to what a miserable git I can be. During the day I am a lover fast cracks, trivia tidbits, neighborhood gossip and general silliness. Yolk can sometimes feel the epicenter of a very small part of the LA universe and for that I am thankful.

And then, someone thinks it's a good idea to shoplift. What the #%$^#&#* people? After a Saturday night full of fun friends, way too much food and endless chortling (a step above giggling) I come to find that some lay-moh thought it a good idea to take a pricey dress from my store and whisk it out the door. I usually don't hold grudges but I hope said person gets hit by a bus and then eaten by squirrels.

Thankfully looking at Italian Vogue always make me feel better. If I had the guts I would dye my hair this bubblegum shade parce que c'est tres jolie!