Pow, Pow, Pow.

I'm not so sure how this trend started,but now it's hip to wear brass knuckles. I walked into Forever 21 unarmed and came out boasting flower power for $2.80. We'll see how they fare while typing tomorrow.

Wire Balloons in the Windows

I'm going to put mannequins in my windows and dress them up in leopard just for fun. But really, the wire balloons in this window display are lovely.

Hey Megan, why is there a giant ad on your blog? Did you sell out?

Those are great questions. This is an experiment with The Poppy Project.

If I can somehow get the whole three people who read my blog (and everyone they know) to hashtag their tweets #CoachPoppy and #JustinBieber, we’ll win a $2,500 Coach shopping spree. Also, rumor has it that some prizes will pop up in the pattern, so you should probably keep looking at the pretty flowers to your left.

But Megan, where does #JustinBieber come into this?
Each player in the Poppy game picks their own hashtag. I chose #JustinBieber because as we all know #JustinBieber is Twitter.

If and when I win, I will make it my life’s mission to get Justin Bieber to sign the Coach bags I buy. Then, I will auction them off to a rich 12-year-old girl (or her parents) and donate the proceeds to a charity. What charity? I’m not sure yet and am open to suggestions.

So if you’re down with my plan to help the world with purses signed by the Bieber, please tweet. You can even tweet right from the handy-widget ad living on my blog, just make sure #CoachPoppy and #JustinBieber are in it. Tweet now, please.

Goodbye Bag Tag

Last Christmas Poke NY gave me a Freitag bag, way better than a coffee cup or cupcake sampler. I’ve finally decided it’s time to trash the bag's sweet tag. But first, I had to make the tag immortal by feeding it to the Internet.

If you’re thinking about buying a Freitag bag, I say go for it if you have the dough. But keep in mind, when it’s really cold out the bags shock you for some reason, and strangers will ask you why you're carrying around a giant bag. But really how much can you ask from an old tarp, some bike tires and a seat belt?

Glitter Bag.

I found a little baggie stuffed with glitter and a photograph of a man on the subway yesterday. Of course, I took it. Turns out it was part of a street art series from See Me Tell Me. There are 100 little glitter bags floating around, each one representing a different breed of New Yorker, so keep your eyes open for the sparkles.

I took home Mr. Overconfident, number 43/100.

This internship could save your life.

My West Coast colleagues and I have devised the most amazing intern program you could ever imagine —The Cage.

Our comprehensive internship program will provide all qualified candidates with adequate in-office housing, three square meals a day and 24-hour access to all corners of our agency.

To be selected for The Cage, you must be:
1. Unwanted/at risk of being euthanized
2. A cat

Here's how it works:

We adopt cats that are about to be offed from shelters or streets and let them live in our office while we use our super sweet skills to get them adopted. We also go to fancy parties and talk about how our interns scratch and/or poop on the floor.

Maine has the best signs.

I went to Maine and discovered some sweet tiny town writers. This water pitcher reads, "Do not drink this water. For messy ice cream faces."

The duck food/gumball machine is a pretty big deal in Camden, Maine. Read the sign posted above it:

"Corn and gumballs only.
Do not jiggle the knobs or you will be banished from the footbridge forever. Jiggling the knobs breaks the mechanism, and the ducks don't eat.
1 QUARTER
Camera surveillance by the North Cameden Bridge Police Lt. Randy.
Throw corn in shallow water or on shore. It doesn't float."

I wish everything was like this.