Ramona's Magical Dress

One night Ramona couldn't sleep. She tried and tried, but Joey bear and Dee Dee Elephant pinched her nose. They were her favorite stuffed animals, but she was trying to sleep.
"Joey and Dee Dee stop it right now!" Ramona shouted. "You will wake Mommy and she will be very mad. She has so much work to do in the store tomorrow. There is going to be a big ball with princes and princesses, and they are all going to get their gowns at Mama's store."
Joey Bear's button eyes got wide "But Ramona" he said, "what will you wear?"
"Yes Ramona" Dee Dee Elephant chimed, "what will you ever wear? All of your pretty dresses have spit on them"
Ramona burped. Then she thought. Then she burped again. Then she laughed.
"I have an idea!" she smiled a toothless grin, "we will go through the vintage box of baby clothes Mama has in the basement. She is supposed to bring it to the store tomorrow before the ball, but I will find something beautiful and put it aside, and try not to pee on it."
Joey Bear and Dee Dee Elephant grinned. They LOVED Ramona's adventures.
She strapped on her guitar pillow and shouted "Hey, Oh, Let's Go!" With no hesitation, Joey Bear and Dee Dee Elephant were close behind.
They slid down banisters to the basement and played pirate games. They jumped on the clean laundry and bounced on Papa's stomach. He had fallen asleep watching television. They sang and laughed, and just before dawn, Joey Bear picked out a sweet pink dress with tiny doves flying around it. Dee Dee Elephant found ruffled panties that said "MOM" with a blue sewn in heart.
"Oh guys, you're the best! Mama will love it! And Papa will say I look like a princess and give me hugs and kisses!"
With that, they headed upstairs, fighting off imaginary dragons. Back in the crib, Ramona was so sleepy, she fell fast asleep, even though Joey Bear and Dee Dee Elephant were still pinching her nose.

Easter Daze

The babies were out. They were out with their mommies who were quietly strolling them around in the spring breeze searching for the perfect Easter outfit. Sunday was approaching quickly. Soon enough they would be painting eggs and taking family pictures. The babies would have to look perfect! Like little peaches, or pumpkins, or daffodils. The Mommies came across Odd Twin. The saw the rack. The baby rack! There they were! All the baby Easter outfits they could dream of! The babies cooed and drooled and needed to be changed. But, the Mommies paid no mind. They were already at the register, purchasing the Sunday's best.

Odd Twin Invites You To Celebrate Fashion

Odd Twin's Favorite Fashion Quotes:

"Fashion is not something that exists in dresses only. Fashion is in the sky, in the street, fashion has to do with ideas, the way we live, what is happening." -Coco Chanel

"I dress for image. Not for myself, not for the public, not for fashion, not for men." -Marlene Dietrich

"Over the years I have learned that what is important in a dress is the woman who is wearing it." -Yves Saint Laurent

"I don't design clothes, I design dreams." -Ralph Lauren

"When in doubt, wear red." -Bill Blass

COME JOIN ODD TWIN ON APRIL 15TH FOR A NIGHT OF MUSIC, FASHION AND FRIENDS! CELEBRATING 2 YEARS IN THE 'HOOD!

Denver Gals Raise Your Hands!!

Two gals stopped in today from Denver...They saw Odd Twin in the recent issue of LUCKY....Two daughters and a Mama...The Mama liked the 1960 National Enquirer issue which says "Patricia Owens Tells Why...'MEN ARE IDIOTS'" This issue came out a week before she was born. Mama from Denver...Odd Twin gives you a shout out today! Thanks for visiting :) Please come check out our upcoming store windows...Mathew re-does them tonight...Deaf Dave should be in to molest Helga tomorrow.
Peace and love from the band xoxo

The Band

ODD TWIN POEM #1

Spring is here,
get naked,
buy a jean jacket for your boyfriend at Odd Twin.
The patches sewed into the vintage jean material
say things like:
"beep, beep your ass!"
"if you got some last night, SMILE"

Odd Twin is smiling                                                            
So are the mannequins...
So am I....

Ah love,
an old Dolly Parton record,
a skinny tie,
you
me
the rip in my stocking.

Spring is near,
get naked,
buy that jean jacket,
the one he's been eying,
the one whispering
"Do unto others...THEN SPLIT!"

Helga, oh Helga, my Helgala

Deaf Dave was at it again. He walked the length of Fifth Avenue just to steal a glance, or maybe a kiss from Helga the Mannequin. He had on his best pressed suit which he had purchased from Odd Twin a year ago. It was also the day he first saw Helga. That fateful day she had been wearing a 1980's prom dress, fanning herself and showing off a slightly exposed bosom. Oh how Deaf Dave had wanted to steal her from that window and take her up to his apartment to show her his hand grenade collection. But, no, how could he? The window was where she belonged and she belonged not to him.
So, on his way in, he straightened his bow-tie and tried to look as nonchalant as possible.
"Hey Dave!" smiled Courtney from behind the steamer, a twinkle in her eye.
"Courtney!" Dave yelled, "Courtney! My goodness, why doesn't anyone say hello when I walk in this store..."
"I just said hi, Dave, didn't you hear me?" Courtney yelled.
"Heh?" out of his periphery vision he saw Helga checking out his rear end.
"Hey Courtney," Deaf Dave started again, "how much for Helga?"
"We've already been through this Dave..." Courtney sighed, "Helga is not for sale"
"I do not have a tail!" shouted Deaf Dave, "And I love her! I love her you hear? And today is our anniversary..." with that, Dave ran to Helga. He wanted to grab her, to tell her he loved her, that she should live with him and stand in his window and that way he could dress her (and undress her)...But instead Dave tripped over a silver Elton John Boot and landed in a basket of vintage scarves. A snicker appeared across the mannequins face. Dave was defeated.

Fly Boy and Odd Twin

     Odd Twin was chillin' on the corner of 5th and Degraw when Fly Kid From Brooklyn swung by. "Yo Ma, waddup?" Fly Kid sang, "That's a nice skirt you're wearin'...very 1950's...wanna go dancin' with me?" Odd Twin wasn't trying to be rude, she just hadn't noticed Fly Kid. She was too busy looking through a vintage Playboy article entitled:
"Horsing Them in with Hemingway". She loved the way the 1965 Playboy issue seemed so classy. She longed to be one of those women in the ads who say things like "The only trouble with a lounging outfit like this is that I hardly ever get a chance to lounge in it." Fly Kid looked away. He just wasn't sixties enough for her. He knew, he knew deep down that with his 1980's b-boy sunglasses and his gold name-plated earrings, they would never work. Finally, Odd Twin looked up. "Oh, hey Fly Kid from Brooklyn! Nice sneaks...I like your lightning laces..." Fly Kid's frown lilted up into a smile. Maybe, just maybe, if he grew out a thin mustache, slapped on a tie-clip and a pair of tight faded Levi's they could walk hand in hand through a Playboy paradise. Just then, Odd Twin's fake eyelash blew away in the breeze and she batted a green eye Fly Boy's way. Oh Thursday's in Brooklyn were simply their favorite days.