Monday, December 17, 2007

Parisa in NYC


Parisa sells darling lavender-filled pillows and necklaces on the street in the Village. She was once an internet friend and is now a REAL friend!

It is so funny how you can think you know someone intimately after a year of internet chats but until you meet them in person, you do not know them at all! Well, not all their various multi-faceted human dimensions that is. Turns out that Parisa and I are both boho, mystery-loving, hard-assed Valley Girls who talk a mile a minute.
Parisa runs a most fabulous business called Pillows for the People and makes all sorts of yummy smelling goodies in the comfort of her cozy apartment while watching mysteries, House of Eliot (she is the only other fan of this show that I have ever met!) and Northern Exposure. Her workroom/cat nap room is magical and emanates good feelings.

We spent a freezing rainy Thursday soaking up Klimt and consuming treats all over town with frequent trips back to her apartment to ask Daniel questions. Daniel is in this very cool sounding band, La Strada who were playing Saturday night. I had to fly home to avoid getting snowed in or I SO would have been there to dance around.


Parisa sells her goods on the internet and on a street corner. You can go and meet her and buy some of her tasty-smelling pillows at Prince and Greene. Or you can just stop by and say hello to Parisa/Oprah and meet her Dr Phil partner in crime, Zach who sells lovely jewelry.

I hung out and bugged them on my last night in town after an indulgent day of consumption. My one small bag of stuff had grown into a HUGE gluttonous bag of stuff and I added some pillows and a ring to my purchases. I had to bring a slice of NY home with me and Manhattan is not cheap.

But Parisa was VERY bad and did not let me pay for things which means I am going to have to mail her a very big Xmas present, SO THERE!

Parisa and Zach work their asses off on that street corner. It is so damn cold when you are standing around without moving and some of the passersby seem inhuman. Stop by, bring them some warm liquids and buy some of their magical wares. Serious.

But if you are a loser wearing fur, do not ask Parisa for directions because she will send you packing. Just try it, I dare you. Lolita will scratch your eyes out.

3 comments:

Salty Miss Jill said...

Next time I am in the city, I will purchase some of her wares and tell her that you sent me! :)

Glad to hear you had fun, darlin'!And stay warm!

Eva the Deadbeat said...

YAY@! Jill and Parisa would be best of friends, I can already tell this!

Why won't my drive shovel itself? Argh. ffft!

Ladron de Basura (a.k.a. Junk Thief) said...

I think I need to look up Parisa who sounds like a gal I should know and someone with a lot in common with my sister who is a pretty darn good pillow maker in her own right if I may put in a plug for her. How cool that she sells her pillows a couple of blocks from my old office in SOHO. Aw, the holidays always make me miss Manhattan.