Saturday afternoon errands were joy today because the grunt work was done in the morning. First to the optical shop to get my contacts upgraded and pick up my glasses. Ah, but I also got freebies: a pair of amethyst and a pair of blue lenses.
With this good fortune I went to Poverello, the thrift store. I found a nice coverlet for my bed for only $5.00. But I couldn’t make out the name on the tag, Blechstein? Black Stein? I unfolded it over by the mattress and found out that the secret words were bleach stain. And even for $5.00 it wasn’t gonna work.
But grace was with me now and I saw a folding fan with three scenes from the life of the Virgin. How much is this fan? “It’s only a dollar.” Can life get any better than this? They didn’t even collect the 6 cents tax.
I was just fabulous as I walked past the Alibi, glad to know that men in their 70’s still find me attractive. In I went to Ball to see the Queen of Scotland, but she wasn’t working yet. She grew up Protestant anyway and this fan was way too R.C. for her tastes.
On to that really expensive store in the corner. The first clerk told me about the obligatory sales and discounts – no kidding at these prices. The cute sales boy in the back said, "if you're going to carry a fan you have to open it up."
Needless to say he was bowled over by the images: An adoration of the Christ child in the manger, a standing Madonna and Child, and our favorite - the Blessed Virgin Mother suckling Baby J.
“My mother collects fans,” he said. “She lives in South Carolina.” Immediately, Here give this to her. If she lives in South Carolina she needs it. Tell her it came from St. Sebastian.
As I left the store I reminded him about St. Sebastian – a hunky military type, stripped naked and shot through with arrows. What’s not to like?
For more than I could ever tell you about St. Sebastian see:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/St._Sebastian
2 comments:
Good ole San Sebastin
Those arrows are quite intriguing visually, but he was killed by (not in) a club.
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