Green Eyed Retail


What a lovely time of year.

The air temperature cools and the colors of nature become lit with the muted tones of old jewels.

School begins and millions of mothers quietly Praise God for He in His Wisdom certainly inspired John Dewey to lobby for the idea of a Public School System which is now the law of the land and every child must attend Hallelujah. 

Yes, there is more laundry, and leaves to rake, football begins and the days get shorter (there are tradeoffs in everything).

Bonfires and marshmallow roasts are warm rewards, and let’s not forget Halloween.

Some people have to actually wait for this frivolity, this night of mischief and mayhem, the opportunity to howl at the moon.

They need permission. An excuse. A reason.

Silly people.

Here in New Orleans we do it every day.

Sometimes with a credit card…
and a  

Tell Shannon I sent you.
Our Mermaids are
Swamp Queens-
with ‘tude & tators.

Shannon paints every one.

Her shop features a variety of art from a
variety of artists- including herself.

Take a load off with
Mr. Bones.
If you stay long enough
you’ll blend right in.

That’s me
not a mannequin head.

Cutest little
morbid dolls
I have ever seen, which, of course,
are the best kind of dolls, ’cause every kid
deserves a nightmare or two.
Mine, maybe more
(which explains a lot).

The Green Eyed Gator
901 Chartres St.
New Orleans

  • Ruchira Khanna - awesome clicks cheryl.
    Isn’t it amazing that man has made each season so colorful by introducing so many festivals.

    Your autumn clicks make me look fwd to this season.

    great post!ReplyCancel

    • A Pleasant House - This was NOT a ‘festival’ Ruchira- this is just a shop, like many others, open year round- very TYPICAL. That’s what makes it’s a magical place.ReplyCancel

  • William Kendall - Beautiful shots! Makes the city very inviting!ReplyCancel

  • bookworm - Never been to New Orleans. I just pinned two of these and am wondering when I will finally visit. My Dad, while I was growing up, always wanted to go for Mardi Gras, and one thing led to another, and he never went. I do owe his memory something!ReplyCancel

    • A Pleasant House - Your Dad sounds like he was a man who liked a party and would have fit right in. When you visit don’t forget to give me a call (seriously) and THANKS for the pin!ReplyCancel

  • Francene Stanley - As a person living in England, I fail to grasp the joy those in your beautiful area find in skeletons. But the diversity in the world helps everyone to see points of view another way. Great pictures.ReplyCancel

    • A Pleasant House - I think they are enjoyed as a macabre image that can give a little scare but can’t hurt you- jingling all over the place, dancing like fools, often with a top hat on. Thanks for stopping by Francene- nice to see you again!ReplyCancel

  • Sophie Bowns - What fantastic photos! I love autumn too 🙂ReplyCancel

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