This entry will include and few observations about New York and Main St. Hyannis. Oy.
My mom and I have owned and operated Camilley's Closet since November of 2007. And boy has that been a trip. CC sells womens' jewelry, accessories and handbags with the occasional wallet thrown in for the dudes. We have moved all over Hingham square, my small hometown south of Boston. Anyways, we needed somewhere to get to goods so we purchased a wholesale license and hit the road for New York. And we landed in Chinatown. Now, not to stereotype or get thrown off the world wide web with some ravish remark, but there are a good deal of asians living in Chinatown. Some may even say they make up the majority. Now, imagine trying to buy wholesale bags in an area where people are running around with trash bags of them and hiding out in dark alleys with all the latest Prada, Gucci and D&G. Add in some tough accents and you've got whole streets full of confusion and cheap, fake leather.
Now, if you ever have to tackle shoppingu wholesale in Chinatown, avoid said dark alleys and go right for the mamasuns. These cute little Asian mommies reside over the storefronts while typically another family member rings you up and packages your goods. Sure, old mammason doesn't seem so important. Wrong. If you want to make a deal, she is the only way to get it. So here we are, Mommabear (Denise) in one of these shops trying to buy knock off striped D&G bags. and our little mommason says to my mom: "oh, I make good deal for you, mommason. Out back, good deal." She reveals to us the holy trinity of bags: Prada, Coach and *******. There was more if they took you out the back, around the corner, through the back of a mivivan and down a tunnel. The rats apparently have the real shit. No thanks, mama sun, just the normal knock offs, I mean "designer inspired", for us.
My adivce: Avoid the tunnels and wait til you can buy the real prada bag, because no one wants to get caught with a fake. (if you ever saw that Sex and the City episode....)
Otters
Does anyone think the animal on the welcome to Massachusetts sign on 95 looks a whole lot like an otter? Please comment if you agree, because momma bear and faith seem to disagree and taunted me for said observation. How was I supposed to know our state bird was a turkey?
The White Tee Gang
Now, as some may now I have spent the past two summers working at 586 Bistro and Bar, for really no reason. The original intent was to make a boat load of money and brag about it. This plan failed when 586 never really took off last summer. Some nights I would take home 12 bucks and weep on the inside. Well in summer 2009, it got me by and then in 2010 I figured I give them another shot since they wewre miraculously still open after the winter and agreed to hire me back. Now the majority of my shifts start at 3:30 and no one wants to eat at the dark bistro until like 7:00. So I spend those 3+ hours standing outside trying to convince normal people to eat like early birds. Now, i do this for two months. I have friends on the street. But this ain't any old street. This is main street Hyannis, which is basically comprised of 50% tourists, 40% crazy locals who haven't left Cape Cof in at least a decade and 10% normal cape codders. And fir some reason the crazies really like me.
Now the white tee gang are a bunch of dudes who think they could crack it in south or Dorchester but instead live on the cape. To join the gang, you have to buy an XXL white tee shirt, with equally white wife beater to go underneath. Your bottom half will be Jean shorts (or male capris as my coworker likes to call them since they hang to the mid calf region). And there had better be Air Jordans or Nikes on your feet or you can forget about the gang. These are the people that say hi to me everyday during the summer, call me beautiful or baby. Sorry boys, I'm taken and the white doesn't really do it for me. However, have fun hanging on the street corner.
The Fat Man
This is my favorite fat man who walks by everyday. He has a big belly and wears suspenders to hold up his male capris. I suspect he was once a member of the white tee gang. Also I think his head is the size of a watermelon. He is one of my many friends from da street. You'll probably leaner about more of them.
Also, just when I thought I was so cool bloggiong form the ferry to Nnatucket on my iPad, the little girl next to me and her dad each have one. I wonder... Why are they on the slow ferry?!
XO
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