Tuesday, March 29, 2011
When I was very little, this store front on Madison Avenue was a liquor store. Being far too young to drink, I never really paid much attention to it and I don't even remember seeing the neon sign actually lit. Now, however, it's an antique store and I often pause to admire the delightfully garish lamps and light fixtures...including one adorably awful arrangement of gold cherubs, pink roses, and bulbs. So I only just recently noticed the old neon sign's promise of delivery and the old-style phone numbers.