My entire adult life, I've longed for a stoop. Strolling through the New York streets, especially on a weekend, friends and I would stop and stare at a good stoop and think to ourselves (but, usually out loud) 'man, if i lived there, i would be sittin on that stoop, in the sun, with my coffee and crossword puzzle...' or if it was evening time... 'man, if i lived there, i would be sitting on that stoop, in the cool evening breeze, kicking it with my friends and a beer...'
As I was strolling through a very stoop-filled neighborhood in San Francisco the other day, it occurred to me I've still never lived in an apartment with a stoop. So, I still have those moments where I stop and stare and think .... 'man....if only....' Maybe someday.
Some of my favorite stoops from the stroll:
This first stoop, a good one because of the sides, you can either hide behind one of them, or sit between them and people watch
This next one, just a beautiful stoop aesthetically. But I also love the wide berth and the scroll iron-work on the sides
This stoop is an all day stoop. I know this because of the higher steps. More comfortable on the legs.
The hidden stoop. All bushes on one side and the house overhang on the other side. A good one for reading in the sun.
Old school stoop. Reminded me of New York.
You don't need a huge stoop, which this proves. But, with a couple of potted plants added in, it becomes the garden-enhanced stoop. I love this little one.
And this, well, I call it the poor-man's stoop. But it's still a stoop. Man, if I had this stoop, I would be sitting on it this morning with my coffee and the Times...
Saturday, January 12, 2008
Saturdays are for stoops
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You deserve a stoop, Molly. And when you get one I volunteer to plant the pots at the bottom of the stairs.
yes! stoops! that sounds nice... a hot summer day, a beer, and a stoop! perfect for people watching.
Mol, YES! Stoops!! Oh, it makes me think of Brooklyn, and Mikey sketching me lit beneath the hot summer city sun on a Park Slope sttop . . . I feel you Mm. And how then, I wonder, did the word 'stupid' become associated with all thinks lacking rather than "Stoopid," all places divine and creative and home?
xos
PS: I think I mixed up dates and hope to see you next Friday. oops
you are officially invited to come and sit with me on my stoop. cup of tea included.
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