Super Real Much

Love having Magpie Vintage Indy in the shop!

My bi-annual Brooklyn sale was supposed to start today. I came all the way here to set up for it. But alas, life throws these things at you and realizing it is nothing compared to people being taken away from their lives completely by the cowards of ICE.

But I physically cannot not work. So, I am here if anyone wants to chat and…

Please show up tomorrow and onwards for our SALE. February needs to be better!

This. Just this. Twice a year we do this.

I have been in a weird place, mentally, as many have in this despicable world we are living in. And if you don’t find it despicable, I would like to know what substances you can share for me to tune it out too.

I have been reminiscing about a simpler time when shady s**t was done where it’s supposed to…in the shade. Where if you are capable of doing horrible things to people, businesses and grandmothers, you hid it. But now that anything goes, people seem to feel less shame and that is terrifying. All of our social codes are gone. Life is not supposed to be this fu***ng HARD.

So, I watched Party Girl and remembered the days of going dancing at the Tunnel or that Ho**ah bar on 10th st. BANG THE PARTY dance circles.

We never talked politics. Because we didn’t have to. And maybe that complacency is what got us here. But I really don’t like it. I’m sad and mad ALL the time. And I just want to have a sale and be able to pay my staff and make next month’s rent. Ok?

Ok. Love you. Bye. Realist Riley OUT.

We have gifty type things too. The hot toddy and mulling syrup mixes are a hit every year!