Have You Seen My Grasshopper?
*Conversation at the 24hour mega mall at Little India.
Me: You know, one of these days, I wanna rent a stall at SCAPE.
(Background info: Weekend flea markets are held at SCAPE where anyone can rent a table as their stall and sell whatever they want besides food an illegal items.)
Cousin: Yeah? What are you gonna sell?
Me: I don’t know. I’ve always wanted to sew my own skirts. Something like IndiRose. Or maybe have them for adults.
Me: Or maybe sell accessories? I don’t know. Guess what I’m gonna call my stall?
Cousin: WHAT?! WHY?
Me: Well… Because… In 1968 at the Hollywood Bowl…
Cousin: Oh brother…
Me: Jim said he wanted to open a little shop and call it grasshopper. And he said he was gonna sell little things. And call it grasshopper. Then he asked hey Mama, have you seen my grasshopper? And then he walked away from his mike, bent over to look down and walked back and smiled – which is rare – and said, oh oh I blew it, it’s a moth.
This is totally random. Sorry to have wasted three minutes of your life.
Here are the IndiRose skirts with matching tops and headbands or hair clips made by one of the mums I used to work with.
And I know it’s odd to put his face after a girly picture but no post with Jim’s name in it is complete without his face in it too:
RAWRR. Simon’s right. I AM OBSESSED.