Memories I forgot

My daughter and I went into a boutique in Park Slope called Red Lipstick. I wanted to go because I have never been in a store called Red Lipstick. I bought some awesome tattooed sleeves there. A great fashion accessory when the event calls for tattoos. The owner is a knitwear designer who has a knitting book coming out. She is on Raverly selling patterns. She said I had to go to School House Products. I did go to School House Products and met the designer for one of my favorite knitting books Runway Knits. I have made a coat for my daughter out of the book. The lady owns Karabella yarns. As I tell all my customers at Baskets Of Yarn, I have never met a Karabella yarn I didn't like. On Monday wandering Chelsea hoping to find an art gallery open I approached a women with two springer spaniels. Both were black and so much like Chip. I could see how the myasthensia gravis has ravaged Chip. Her dogs were 14 and 9, both so beautiful. She said the galleries were closed either because of Monday or August. They close in August and prepare for fall. She told me that I was a block from High Line Park and that was a must see. She was right. What a blessing I stopped to talk with her. As all good mothers do I felt I had to find the right places for my daughter to go in Park Slope. As I mentioned earlier the French Moroccan place was a must for her. They speak French and my waiter was incredibly handsome. When he flashed his smile I almost spoke French. I found Beacon's Closet for her, a vintage store with clothes from every era. An awesome pizza place with thin crust baked in a brick oven. An Italian restaurant with to die for food. The dessert made my junk in the trunk go ballistic. But she still needed a neighborhood bar to hang. After all that is where her Dad picked up me, a neighborhood bar. With much research we went to the Black Sheep Pub. They have a neon lit sign advertising Brooklyn Lager which they don't sell but that was a minor issue. Starting in September they have pop quiz night every other Wednesday. I love trivia and if all the questions come from People I could be such a winner. Unfortunately blackberries,cellphones and lifelines are not allowed. You pay $5.00 cover and the winning group gets 80% of the cover profits that night. What a bar. But the frosting on the cake was the bartender there that night. He is from Paris. He is going to a college majoring in sculpture. He showed me a picture of a sculpture he did in his parent's garden in the French countryside. He works the pop quiz nights. What a mom I am. I found two french speaking cutie men within walking distances of my daughter's brownstone. And one is from Paris!!!!!!! His family may own a vineyard and I will spend my elder years living in the little cottage on the vineyard sipping French wine and knitting.