Time Enough at Last

You’re traveling through another dimension, a dimension not only of sight and sound but of mind: a journey into a wondrous land whose boundaries are that of imagination. That’s the signpost up ahead- your next stop, the Twilight Zone.

Submitted for your approval – a skate park in a buzzing suburb of a big city. It might be New York City…it might be Chicago..it really doesent matter (but it is New York City).
It’s the middle of August, an exquisite day for skating as the 74 degree temperature suggests that Autumn is making an early cameo.

And yet the park is ominously uninhabited.

Where are all the prepubescent, misunderstood members of this suburb?
Perhaps they have woken up after a night of hard partying to find they are now the playthings of a giant alien toddler…perhaps they suddenly discovered they are not acne ridden middle schoolers at all but department store mannequins out for a monthly romp…perhaps they have been caught by the police and relegated to a far way planet with only a stacked female robot to keep them company (they wish!)

Perhaps unless you are a diehard Twilight Zone fan you are board senseless with this entry and are now just assessing my ensemble.

My Ensemble

I was going for sophisticated former Rock Star mom. Kate Moss meets Cindy Crawford meets Lita Ford. I also wanted to try this whole grey and yellow combo and the Children’s magic show at the Locust Valley Library seemed oh so appropriate. Sam, Carly and Baby Dean Loved it. I was not fooled- I knew the coin was in his hand.

That Jacket had no label, but it was on the 5.00 rack at Worth Repeating.
The belt is from the Boys and Girls Club rummage sale.
Seven for All Mankind jeans
and Prada Ballet flats.