This week I came across Talulah Jones, on 17th and Downing, or perhaps it should be 17th and Park. It's on the other end of the block from a Daz Bog coffee shop. Can Daz Bog really be a term from some Eastern European country bordering on Germany, meaning "The Bog"? Probably not, but their coffee is pretty strong.
Talulah Jones is a store divided into two halves: you first enter the decorative - stationery - jewellery part, wander round thinking how nice everything is but managing very well to keep yourself under control. There is nothing like moving house to persuade you not to gather more domestic flotsam. But then you go into the other half, which is full of toys... toys with character, wonderful toys; and before you know it, one of them is fixing you with its beady little eyes and wry smile, and resistance melts away. Another adoption for the majo family.
Talulah Jones is a store divided into two halves: you first enter the decorative - stationery - jewellery part, wander round thinking how nice everything is but managing very well to keep yourself under control. There is nothing like moving house to persuade you not to gather more domestic flotsam. But then you go into the other half, which is full of toys... toys with character, wonderful toys; and before you know it, one of them is fixing you with its beady little eyes and wry smile, and resistance melts away. Another adoption for the majo family.
Some of the more wonderful puppets in the store are German or Austrian imports, including Donkey here (Gustav, according to his label) who is from an Austrian company called Fürnis Spielwelt. Perhaps I am living in the wrong part of the world. Germans even think it worth trying to build beautiful parking garages, it would seem...
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