Vintage and it Feels so Good!

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“We’ve been selling vintage jewelry for many years now and this is the first time we sold anything for a dog” said John and Marilyn (while giggling) of Wildpalm Vintage Jewels. It was a Sunday morning, several weeks ago when I purchased this amazing, vintage pearl collar for Mamma Biscuit! I know, I’m totally insane but when I draped this beautiful collar around Mamma’s mink stole of a neck, the crowd surrounding their booth practically erupted into applause. It also didn’t help that Mamma and I strolled into the Hell’s Kitchen Flea Market to kill some time while waiting for Tommy to get out from his Yoga practice—talk about a bad combination of too much time on my hands and Mamma Biscuit by my side surrounded by one New York City block full of jewelry! Our pug queen can never have enough accessories, especially handmade jewelry as chic as this.

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Mother’s Day seemed to be the perfect day for Mamma Biscuit to wear her chic new collar—and boy did she put a huge smile on my mother’s face when we arrived at her home in Westchester County. So while my mother was preparing lunch (yes, you read that right, she’s Italian and refuses to be taken out and dined for Mother’s Day or for any other holiday) Tommy and I headed out to the front yard to take some beautiful portraits of our Biscuit lady! Mamma sure knows how to work a beautiful neck piece while standing on the stump of a tree trunk! As I said many times before, our Biscuit can appropriate anything as her throne! I’m not sure if Mamma is giving us Elizabeth Taylor realness or straight up Lucille Ball elegance in these photos, but either way, doesn’t she look fabulous?

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As my father finished mowing the lawn while wearing a three piece suit (yes, you read that right, he’s Italian, that’s how he gears up for yard work) and my mother called for us to come inside so we can enjoy a delicious, homemade, Mother’s Day meal, I had just enough time to snap a couple of portraits of Mamma Biscuit and Tommy by the ivy arch over the steps leading to the front door.

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I’m not afraid to admit this but Tommy is Mamma’s favorite Daddy! She gives him more hugs and kisses than me on any day of the week—and I’m totally fine with it! I speculate that because Tommy resembles a pug, she may think he’s her kind! Meanwhile, Mamma looks at me like I’m a giant, imposing redwood! At any rate, I just love this precious Mamma and Tommy moment under an arch of ivy—two of the most important beings in my life!

Enjoy and happy Thursday!

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Keepin’ an Eye on Popeye and other East Village Shenanigans!

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What do you get when you pair together an amazing wall mural of Popeye on the iconic Bowery & Houston wall with NYC’s favorite toothless pug wearing a punk/tattoo inspired frock plucked from the discount bin at Petco? East Village Fabulousness, that’s what you get! That’s right kids, legendary graffiti artist, Crash may have put his mad skills to use by spray painting Popeye’s giant mug and iconic forearm with anchor tattoo all over this marquee location in New York City but the finishing touches came weeks later when Mamma Biscuit pranced into the neighborhood in her black dress and curly tail for an early morning point-and-shoot session right in front of it! Hey, It wasn’t like we came specifically to see this mural, we needed some retail therapy that only Patricia Field (located right around the corner) could provide from this public art too! So before Patricia Field opened their doors, we were busy creating another epic New York Mamma moment right on the sidewalk of the Bowery—so come along and check it out!

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After a can or two of spinach, Mamma made her way down to the Bowery in her black frock to pay a visit to this giant Popeye art. Now about Mamma’s dress, it’s less punk and more of an Ed Hardy appropriation that either Nadia G would wear on her show, Bitchin Kitchen (God I really find her Italian-American accent annoying) or some preteen would pick up at a Hot Topic in their local mall! Either way, the sale price was $4.95 so why the hell wouldn’t I purchase this dress? It has a red netted tulle bustle for crying out loud!

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I feel like Mamma could have easily jumped off the black milk crate she was standing on and pranced right onto the red carpet of this years’ punk themed Met Gala wearing this dress! She would have looked great standing right next to that French prostitute . . . errr I mean Madonna wearing head to toe Givenchy! Now some queens (like Madge) have a proper throne but ours has a milk crate and a piece of cardboard, both furnished by the bodega next door from the Pug Palace up in Washington Heights—and that seemed to suit her well in the East Village, don’t you think?

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It was quite windy out on Sunday morning along the Bowery and Mamma Biscuit had an unexpected Marilyn Monroe moment when the wind picked up the bustle of her dress and exposed her curly tail and butt to oncoming traffic! The cars, buses and bike riders all honked and whistled as our little gremlin gracefully ran around in circles on that damn milk crate to adjust the malfunction of her wardrobe!

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She’s such a lady, even under gale wind forces!

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After some breakfast at the nearby Whole Foods and some shopping at Patricia Field, we headed northbound to St. Mark’s place for some more shopping—because that’s what we gays do on a Sunday, we eat, shop and take photos of our pet pug wearing a dress that could have easily come from the Lip Service line circa 1994! Ahh, the early to mid 90’s, where did you go? Some of my favorite stores on St. Mark’s are now closed—Ian’s and Religious Sex to name a couple but thankfully, through the grace of the anti-gentrification Gods, we still have Trash & Vaudeville left!

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I have been shopping at Trash & Vaudeville for almost 15 years now and have always enjoyed getting fashion advise from Jimmy Webb—the buyer and manager of the store! He once convinced me to buy a pair of dangerously skintight, hip-hugging jeans that literally made my hips bleed when I wore them for a few hours on New Years Eve 2004—welcoming in 2005! I mean, what a way to start the new year, with bleeding, bruised hips! This man is amazing and I run all of my T&V selections by him before actually buying them because he knows what he’s talking about! He also has some of the best motorcycle jackets I have ever seen any man wear in NYC (outside of myself of course) and he wears so much jewelry that he could quite possibly bring JFK to its knees if he ever decided to take a flight anywhere! At any rate, it was about time that I brought Mamma Biscuit in to meet Jimmy, both being such survivors in their own right—Mamma from her puppy mill past and Jimmy for living and enduring NYC for so long!

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Check out this amazing Jimmy Webb video discussing punk, NYC and starting from nothing and making his way up through Trash & Vaudeville—he’s so beyond inspiring to me!

“I used to be a drug addict, a typical case. Living homeless in the park, no socks. I have a crate of socks out there, now, in the other room. Full of socks, because I never want to be without socks. I like passing them on to people—I believe socks represent love, because I remember when I didn’t have a pair.”

Enjoy and Happy Thursday!

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Throwback Thursday #2

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Wow, I can’t believe I actually remembered to follow up with our Throwback Thursdays here on Mamma’s little corner on the web. I’m seriously one of the most forgetful people you could ever know and routines are a bit hard for me to keep. In other words, vitamins are not my friend! So here we are, the first Thursday of the month (as promised) and we’ve got a lovely little throwback moment from Mamma’s extensive archives for you all to enjoy. I totally remember the day I took this photograph—it was within the first year of having Mamma in our lives (mid March to be exact) and we were in Provincetown to celebrate my birthday. Mamma Biscuit was playing shy with me (as usual) by hiding behind the front door at the Bed & Breakfast where we were staying in. I can’t even begin to express just how much I love this photograph! I chose to share it because out of all the photos I have ever taken of Mamma Biscuit (and as you know, there are about a billion out there floating all over the world wide web), this one truthfully showcases her real personality. I know it may be hard for any of you to believe but Mamma Biscuit is one of the shyest dogs one could ever encounter. She’s incredibly indifferent to other dogs (even though almost all other dogs take such an unrelenting interest in her) and she rarely gives out any licks or kisses to people—in other words, she’s a lady that doesn’t give it out for free! But all kidding aside, Mamma has had one horrific past growing up through the puppy mill system. The fact that she’s actually alive and willing to give anyone who’s not holding any food in their hands the slightest attention is a miracle in my opinion! Now I know that Mamma’s glamorous and high-fashion persona makes her seem larger than life but most who have met the little gremlin lady will attest to just how physically small she is and how shy her disposition is! Under all of her fabulous clothes and chic accessories, Mamma Biscuit is a shy and quiet pug! She’s the type of dog that would stand on the sidelines of any dog run and observe all the other dogs running haphazardly around and causing a commotion! The only time she’s ever assertive for any attention is when I’m walking her and I stop to pet another dog—that’s when she muscles in and wants me to pick her up! Mamma Biscuit may be shy but in those circumstances, she’s not about to let some other dog hog up any of our attention—and that’s how I know that she really loves us! She wants us all to herself—and the feeling is mutual!

Happy Throwback Thursday!
Enjoy

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Spring Has Sprung, We Think!

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Mother Nature has been a real bitch lately! Now I know that may sound offensive to some people but seriously, It has been an on-again-off-again affair between me and my winter coat for the last two months and quite frankly, I’m tired of it—and so is Mamma Biscuit! The Pug Palace has been bone-chillingly cold lately because our landlord turned off the heat and it’s really all not that different once you’ve stepped outdoors as well. Everything is in bloom yet everyone is walking around wearing their heavy coats and scarves like it’s mid February! It’s all so confusing and makes me want to pack up a few tank tops, a couple of sun dresses for Mamma Biscuit and head back down to Savannah until Mother Nature can get her shit together here in NYC. On a side note, I’ve noticed lately that all I can talk about is the damn weather and it’s frightening me. When the hell did I turn into my mother? Anyway, it seems slightly warmer outside standing directly in the sunlight so this past Sunday, we decided to leave our cold cave up in Washington Heights and headed down to the Financial District for a stroll along the Hudson River in Battery Park for a fun filled day outdoors!

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Despite the windy chill in the air, the sky was perfectly blue and the sun was out in full force! It certainly looked like Spring to us, especially with Mamma suited up in her hot pink Diane Von Furstenberg trench dress. That’s right y’all, our little Biscuit Lady was not about to put on another heavy sweater in April! Bitch grabbed this hot trench number from her closet with her mouth like a dog to a newspaper and ran it right up to my lap to let me know exactly what her outfit selection was for the day! At some point, I’m gonna have to put together a video of a wardrobe tour through Mamma’s closet alla the Blue Fly Closet Confessionals because the selection of canine clothes is so wide and varied, I sometimes feel like I’m living with Rachel Zoe—as a pug.

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Mamma Biscuit sure knows how to bring a downtown chic flare to the Financial District. After all, we did make a pit stop at Century 21 in search for Vivienne Westwood or some cute clothes for dogs—unfortunately, there was nothing worth looking at on both counts!

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A stones-throw away from where we were seated stands the amazing Irish Hunger Memorial created by Brian Tolle and landscaped by Gail Wittwer-Laird and 1100 Architect. If you have not seen this memorial/monument before, we highly recommend paying a visit—it’s extraordinary!

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Located on a one-half acre site at the corner of Vesey Street and North End Avenue in the Battery Park City neighborhood, this memorial is dedicated to raising awareness of the Great Irish Famine that killed up to a million people in Ireland between the years 1845 and 1852. Construction of the memorial began in March 2001 and was completed and dedicated a year later! It is a uniquely landscaped plot, which utilizes stones, soil, and native vegetation brought in from the western coast of Ireland and contains stones from all of the different counties of Ireland. The memorial also incorporates an authentic rebuilt Irish cottage of the 19th century. Actually walking through this old Irish landscape takes you to another place and time despite the fact that the ever growing Freedom Tower at The World Trade Center is literally right around the corner!

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The cottage at the memorial is from Carradoogan in the parish of Attymass in County Mayo. The cottage belonged to the Slack family but was deserted in the 1960s. The Slack family donated the cottage to the memorial in “memory of all the Slack family members of previous generations who emigrated to America and fared well there.” Wow, that was a mouthful from Wikipedia!

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Jersey City out yonder across the Hudson River.

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Nothing tickled me more than to watch Mamma Biscuit prance her little puggy self all along this monument as if she were on some cliff side along the Ireland coast! She also stood out from the natural vegetation with her hot pink trench coat—reminding us all that although it may have looked and felt like Ireland, we were still in New York City baby!

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Right across the street from the Irish Hunger Memorial stands the ever-growing “Freedom Tower” sitting right on The World Trade Center site! Yes, I’m still calling it the “Freedom Tower” the same way I still call French fries “Freedom Fries”—all to entertain my annoying sense of humor! The architecture on this building is straight out of Dubai and it’s so gigantic it makes Mamma Biscuit seem like an ant by comparison!

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From The World Trade Center site, we walked uptown towards Canal Street where I coaxed Tommy into buying this amazing Pug baseball cap! The seller was asking for 15 bucks but Mamma Biscuit barked him down to 10 bucks including a squeeze and a kiss! Our little gremlin may look cute but she means business when it comes to negotiating
a deal!

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Heading further uptown through the Financial District and through Wall Street it was clear to us that Spring has arrived—judging by the flower beds and trees throughout the many parks in that area!

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On our way to Patricia Field for a little retail therapy, we stumbled upon a dog rescue center having a bake sale to raise money. Of course, Mamma Biscuit made a huge splash with the women and children running this event but she made a huge impression on Jon Stewart from The Daily Show who happened to be holding a very cute, three-legged pup. I believe his exact words were, “MAMMA BISCUIT, I love MAMMA BISCUIT” while gently stroking her head! The one thing I absolutely love about living in New York City is the fact that you never know who you’ll run into on any given street and on any given day!

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We ended our day carrying a few shopping bags filled with fun clothes from Patricia Field and our little pug passed out in her Lacosté travel bag—snoring like a little piglet! The temps are still not warm enough and our apartment feels like a refrigerator but soon enough, we’ll be complaining about how hot, humid and disgusting the weather is—we’re New Yorkers, complaining is our cherished sport!

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Enjoy

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Pug Spill!

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Ok Daddy, I get it, you really love that Western shirt on the rack . . . it’s calling out your name, I totally get it! But seriously, did you have to throw all of your bags on the floor (me included) so that you could check it out with both of your hands? Look at me! I look like a crazed batty pug turned upside down—like some kind of tortoise spilling out of my travel bag. I’ve been tossed across the floor alongside that damn umbrella that never opens smoothly all because of a damn button-down shirt! I blame you Urban Outfitters. If you didn’t carry such cool clothes, I’d be sitting upright in my bag like a respectable lady pug! But no, instead I’m here, on the floor, waiting while my Daddy analyzes the snap buttons and the structure of the collar on that shirt! I guess all I can do is just wait so I’ll wait. I’m waiting . . . Hey, you look really funny from this perspective! That mustache of yours looks like it’s growing right out of your nose . . . and just how long ARE your legs? Jesus, you look like a damn redwood straight out of Muir Woods Park from this perspective! Just watch where you step Daddy, I’m resting right on top of your boot and I’m in a vulnerable position right now! Oh, and where’s the little guy? Where’s my other Daddy? Oh wait, here he comes, straight out of the fitting room wearing a snug pair of pants and a cute t-shirt. Looks like these two knuckle-heads will be carrying on for a while and I’m stuck here on the floor!

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I suppose if I just sit quietly and patiently for these two to finish their shopping, they’ll reward me with a soft-chew peanut butter treat. They better give me something edible otherwise when we get home, I’ll pee on the rug!

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Any minute now . . . .

Enjoy

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