Schwabs

Well, our sorry bedraggled butts are home from Beale St.. We found a little trio of new shops down by the Arcade Diner, yes the one where Jim Jarmusch filmed Mystery Train. The new shops are called Muse, home of the blue and brown paisley suitcase, Delphinium, home of the $450 tweed & patchwork coat that only came in a small (DAMN) and uh...the one that they were still putting out the stock. They were all little indy boutiques-- kinda like my beloved Henrietta Fahrenheit (RIP).

We drank and danced. We ate. I made fast friends with the Ambassador of Bling, Mr. Charlie-and he let me help him at the
door. We also hooked up with Smokey (happy b-day baby) and Tad. Tad drives the pink caddy. He is also responsible for the Memphis Mary, which is a uber yummy drink mix.

One of the highlights for me was shopping at Tater Reds and at Schwab's. Schwab's Dry Goods Store, in the family since 1876, (you can tell from the dust. It is the only remaining original business on Beale St. They literally fill three floors with voodoo powders, handcuffs, clerical collars, saucepans and the largest collection of kitsche anyone could ever need. Some prime examples follow:

Now constant reader I ask you--if these are "open leg panties" what exactly is a "closed leg" panty? perhaps for amputees??