Years ago I moved to a little place in Pasadena. And by little I mean…a shoe box.
I had found an apartment listing on Craigs List for only 500 dollars a month and at the time nothing seemed better. I couldn’t have cared less where it was.
It was a small garage studio separate from the main house which was skewed diagonal from the road and whose grounds were smattered with lawn ornaments. It was actually sort of idilic and if anyone asked me whether living in a shoe box was worth it…I would still say “YES!”.
An older couple owned the place – Bud and Linda. Linda was mostly blind from some disease I can’t remember and Bud worked as a bus driver for the public schools. He continued to work though he had been on disability for years because of a previous heart attack.
They were lovely and strange.
They also had this really bizarre housemate, Norma. And let me just say now that nothing was “norma” about her. I would find her starring at my apartment or with her lazy eye. Oh…she was creepy.
Back to what I was saying…I moved to Pasadena a place I’ve sometimes heard called “God’s Country”.
I once heard a friend tell her children after moving to Pasadena, “Kids, we’re not in Kansas any more.”
And it IS a different world. One of the most endearing I’ve encountered and one of the weirdest.
The thing that most struck me was the fact that none of the men wore shirts.
None of them.
Even 65 year old Bud didn’t wear a shirt when having a conversation with me about rent or the water bill.
When my door refused to open one winter night Bud actually came out and unscrewed the entire thing without a shirt on…
Despite the fact that none of the men wear shirts I have found that Pasadena is a treasure trove of deals.
There is the discount cosmetic store on Mountain Road.
And the children’s consignment store only a little up the street.
Snowball stands on almost every corner.
The flea market on Saturday mornings.
And my favorite of all time….Antiques To Go.
This past week my mom and I ventured over to the land where men don’t wear shirts and we found some treasures for the nursery.
First is an old fashioned rocker which had to be re-upholstered.
Not bad. Not bad at all….especially from a place where the men don’t wear shirts. I don’t care who knocks Pasadena that place is a mecca for shoppers. Don’t judge….embrace.
(more to come later this post is too long)
In other parts of my world: I would like to soak my body in a tub of lemonade…ice…cold…lemonade.