Ladies Who Lounge

I mentioned to a dear friend the ladies lounge that used to be on the Staten Island Ferry. See there was a lounge and the ladies would go in there and fix their hair and put on their makeup in the mornings on the way to work and to school.

You have to walk through the lounge in order to get to the rest room. I liked so much walking through there and seeing the girls prettying themselves up.

New York City is forever on the move at a rapid pace, so people steal time when they can to get in the little things.

When rushing out of the house in the morning hoping to get to work on time, hair and makeup on the Staten Island Ferry was a sweet pause to pretty oneself up...

Once in a while I'd have a seat at the counter and take out the rollers from under my hat and loosen my curls and apply a bit of eyeliner and lipgloss...

Those were the days...

I did a little research and I found that there has been a film made about the ladies lounge. Have a glimpse of it here. It looks like it has done well and there might be a copy of it online. What an interesting piece of history...

just being in brooklyn is a plan

it floated across my mind... this idea of planning.

'if you fail to plan then you plan to fail.'

is an idea that is often quoted.

i agree, mostly. &... sometimes it's nice simply to go with the flow.

i suspect it comes from growing up in brooklyn.

my m.o. was to hop on the train (an elevated train in my neighborhood) and ride into the city and see 'what's up.'

i would make up my mind, or get an inkling for what i felt like on the train ride.

quite often i would use the village, more specifically, washington square park as a starting point, and meander through the village taking in the sites and doings at my pleasure and leisure.

while writing this at this moment i am beginning to realize when one grows up in this city, just stepping outside your door is the biggest plan... the rest is magic!

just being in brooklyn is a plan.

and sometimes... be open to going with the flow when it's good.