An Egyptian living in Europe but her heart stayed back home. Having some random thoughts about the before and after pictures. Ghawayesh means bracelets. In my context it symbolizes the cuffs of my culture. I don't know if I like them or hate them. Thanks for passing by.

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I started this blog in 2006 as a joke. Now that I look back, I have decided to take it seriously!

29 June 2012


Finally gave in and got an iPhone. My previous phone was a 50 dollar-Nokia with no more than 20 pixels or so.

I had a rule never to use the phone except for texting and phoning for emergencies. I  never wanted to end up looking like those zombie asocial idiots whom you would be talking to, while they're busy checking out their phones in total trance. That rude behavior exhibited by those retards drive me mad, and I never wanted to be one of that clan, ever.

But, at a certain point, you realize that you have to keep up with what the technology has to offer you. And so far, after a couple of months of having it, it has amazingly been so useful that I'm already wondering how I managed to survive in the pre-iPhonic era. Doh! Silly me. (Note to self: Goddamn bitch how many times have I told you not to use this "Silly Me" shit?)

Excuse my Swahili; it's a hot day.

Now, the challenge is not to slowly end up looking and behaving like those mobile slaves. I just loathe the sight of them! Last I remember was a scene from that Egyptian cafe in Dubai, buttloaded with the usual mega gigantic Egyptian cows, accompanying their 9-month-pregnant husbands, and all, and I mean all of them- which were a number between 300 and 500 people; did not exchange one word throughout their outing, for all I know!

Is that what we want? For the mobile phones to become extensions of our bodies? To replace people with machines? I've already had my share with that, and I'm an Internet addict since 1997! But at least I don't act like a total mobile zombie. Just not yet, and hopefully not ever. That is the challenge I'm taking.

Oh and by the way:

DSM-5 lists Internet addiction among mental illnesses! 

Oh yeah baby. I have at least one (more) DSM diagnosis now, and I have no plans of having it show on me in public. I'll hide it like all my other psychopathies. 


28 June 2012


Just got back from my art class..

By next week, I will have finished 24 hours of studying at the SKDZ.

I have to get this off my chest before I go to bed.

In those 24 hours, I will have learned things I could have learned in, say, 2 hours maximum in a private lesson- let alone the difference in cost.

What the hell are these people thinking?!! You call that art education? Really??!!

That's more than a 1000 Francs, and a lot of time and effort and childcare expenses, down the phuquing drain!!

Lesson learned;  SKDZ; never again!

Oh, and the stupid goddamn Italians outside, shut it and go to bed already- it's just a lame football match, while you're making it sound like you found a cure of cancer!

Cocoon Thoughts

I have recently managed to rent a  place, not far from home, where I can paint and be alone. I call it my cocoon.

For the outsider, the place looks like a tiny shop- while in fact that's only a very small part of a huge apartment attached to it. The place I happily chose to make a mess with paints and canvases.

There, I can be alone, I can be me. No responsibilities, no worries, no people, no negative energy. A much needed place like that is a must for everyone, I believe.

I finally received the positive energy of taking the step to be creative, after years of oppression by someone with negative energy who insisted that I did nothing but study something else.

But never mind that. 

As I sit there to paint, while an audiobook is making my soul richer, my brain sees things that I never noticed in my usually hectic universe.

Yesterday, as I was hanging around my cocoon with Richard Dawkins; he told me something amazing- or at least that's how I got to understand him saying: We are just waves of energy that come and go, which means that the person you were as a child, is not the same waves of energy that you are now, you are another new wave every day.

How about embracing this thought and receiving only the positively charged waves?

I'm a much happier person now, knowing more and more about the world from a scientific point of view, compared to the miserable days back when I was religious and ignorant.

Sticks and stones can break my bones, but words will forever change me.

This reminds me of the fact that I am making a change in the world via Twitter, and I am loving the feeling that I can transfer the positive energy to those who are willing to receive it. That, my friends, is a great feeling of achievement.

Recently I finished a painting called: Love is in the Air. Each time I see it, I feel the love. Like it owns the energy I gave it to her!

Now, off to my cocoon.

27 June 2012

Having What Never Belonged

At my work I come across many people with psychological problems about their bodies. We have to meticulously question them and make sure they are psychologically normal (is anyone normal?!!) before we move on to the next step.

Back in Holland, we had a guy who came to us crying at least 50 times, just uninvited to our door (we always live and work in the same building), to beg us to help him out. My husband always refused because he believed that our service would not improve his mental state; so it would be considered cheating to make him pay so much money and still be depressed. (Don't you just love an ethical man!)

His mother called us crying too. And after so many talks, we decided to help him- knowing that it was going to be useless, but we just gave up and gave in!! (What?!)

We offered our service, the results were super.. He looked much better, alas he never felt better about himself. He still came to us crying and complaining that he still never managed to have a girlfriend!

Fast forward 6 months, while watching TV, a program called "Missing" (why on earth were we watching it?!), we hear his name and see his picture. He escaped from a mental clinic were he was admitted for severe depression.

Oh.. My.. =(

Later on, he was found hanging on a tree.

Sad and alone, looking good, dead.

That was alomst 10 years ago, yet I still think of him on regular basis.

How many of us want things thinking they will make us happy, yet they are going to make us miserable?

How do we find out? I guess the only way is to have them and see what happens?


I see people in Egypt who think "things" can make them happy, while people in Switzerland often have "everything" yet many seem so unhappy! 

The lesson I learned from that experience; is to not want something so badly, thinking it would be the solution for all your problems, or the secret of your happiness.

 Because most probably it won't.

Because happiness comes not from outside, but from within. 

25 June 2012

The Fascinating Phenomenon Called Individual Human Preferences

I bet most of us have been through this experience before: You see someone, you hold a certain feeling about them; be it like or dislike, love or hate, then some time later on, the feeling changes 180 degrees for no apparent reason. They are the same people, and you are the same you; but your feeling about them has simply changed. Your brain stopped producing those chemicals it used to produce upon seeing them.

I once met a guy whom I thought was fat and sort of annoying. I didn't know why exactly- but he just got on my nerves whenever I saw him.   Later on I found him sort of attractive, then very sexually appealing, then I was madly in love with him, then, out of nothing at all- he jumped back to block 1: Annoying as hell- he actually suddenly reminded me of a pig! I ended up avoiding looking at him- even from afar, just to spare myself the nauseating feeling he gave me.

Note the "nauseating" feeling.

Has anyone researched that before?

After some Googling I found this interesting study by an Israeli research team:

Imagine taking a course of antibiotics and suddenly finding that your sexual preferences have changed. Individuals who you once found attractive no longer have that special allure. That may sound far-fetched, but some fruit flies at Tel Aviv University have just gone through that very experience. They’re part of some fascinating experiments by Gil Sharon, who has shown that the bacteria inside the flies’ guts can actually shape their sexual choices.
The guts of all kinds of animals, from flies to humans, are laden with bacteria and other microscopic passengers. This ‘microbiome’ acts as a hidden organ. It includes trillions of genes that outnumber those of their hosts by hundreds of times. They affect our health, influencing the risk of obesity and chronic diseases. They affect our digestion, by breaking down chemicals in our food that we wouldn’t normally be able to process. And, at least in flies, they can alter sexual preferences, perhaps even contributing to the rise of new species.

Amazing- isn't it?!

Could we fall out of love because of some changes in our food? Drinks? Medications?

Nature never fails to fascinate me.

I'm fascinated.  

First Time Sex

- "Mama, I finished breakfast."

 - "Good sweetheart, now please go wash your hands then take your clothes off and wait for me in the shower."

Washes his hands, sneaks out towards Wii, giving me this look of: Let's see if you'd forget about the shower.

- "Aaa, back to the shower and take off your clothes, you're thinking I might forget?" :)))

*Gasp* - "How do you know what I was thinking?"

- "I'm your mama. Mamas can look into their babies' eyes and see through them to their brains and read their thoughts. I can tell when you're happy or sad or hungry or angry or lying or tired or sick."

- "Can papas do that too?"

- "Yes but less than the mamas."

- "Why?"

- "Because you came out of my tummy, I feel you more. Papa only gave the seed."

- "How did papa give the seed?"


- "Well.. We hugged and kissed... And.."

- "And what?"


- "We had sex."

*Horror movie music and screams in the background*

- "What is sex?"


- "That's, when, a, a.. a, a penis.. Errr, goes, errrrr, ummm,  inside a vagina."


- *Squeaks and Giggles* and runs away.

Here, I said it. I told my 7-year-old  son about sex. Now shoot me.

And here we sell!

I've just sold my first painting!


23 June 2012

Colossal Twitter Crash

Hackers take credit for colossal Twitter crash

And now I don't know what to do with my life.

Let's see.. Perhaps I should try doing the things I've put on hold for so long.

Let's begin with taking a crap. 


The Party

Had our end-of-year summer festival at the boys' school yesterday. It was a nice chance to have a small talk with everyone whom I never get the chance to talk to during our hectic drop & pick-up times. Lovely.

It was a potluck and my salad ran off first yaay! Hehe!! I'm glad I remembered to get bread because no one else did and it was well needed. Note to self: From now on;  in every potluck, always bring bread! It's one of those basic and simple stuff that we tend to look over in life. It reminds me of that news: You know there's famine in Yemen, right? (shame if you don't), and what do some Arab charity doers do? They send them shipments of Quran and Hijabs for the little girls! I didn't know you could eat those! :/

I had a good talk with my Hamburger friend over the school, and she told me things that need to be taken seriously about the Montessori vs mainstream schools. And that made me decide to have a talk with the school director; so as to set the record straight on how to manage a peaceful transition to high school. I will also call for a meeting with all the (concerned) parents.

 What I loved the most is the drinks stand! The children were standing there mixing us free cocktails for 4 long hours! Astonishing!

It was so nice to see G. interacting with his friends. Too sad that 4 are leaving next year due to moving home. =(

The best part was when the kids sang in the middle of the street.. While I was loving it, it hit me in the face that they were singing a religious song! Huh?!! Isn't this a secular school? I suddenly recalled that atheist American scientist who sued his daughter's school for forcing her to learn about religion! I did however let it go and sang along! I mean, duh!

My friend from India had her family visiting all the way from New Delhi, while I was warmly greeting them; they were shaking their heads like Indians do and for some reason  this makes me burst out laughing!! Need to train on not doing that!!

It was sunny, warm, and *delicious*. ;)

Happy day.

Tahrir Then vs Tahrir Now (start from right to left)

That's exactly why I was against the revolution.. My beloved country is on its way to be taken over by a bunch of pigs who do nothing but eat, pray and fart

20 June 2012

Zuriduutsch vs other duuduuduutsch

Today I had clients from Basel. I was shocked to find out that I could totally understand what they were saying in their dialect!!


I asked them whether they find Zuriduutsch heaveir on the ear. They said that they hate Zuriduutsch hahahahah! 


I have a German friend who's been living here for 7 years and still can't understand Zuriduutsch. 

So where exactly is the problem? I think it has to do with the fact that, again, as a newcomer; you can never make friends with the Swiss. If you want to learn Swiss German; you better buy a book or take a course.

Great idea- I'll go look for one LOL

P.s. Too lazy to change the Italic font, so I'd say; live with it XD

19 June 2012

أديني مستني أم النتيجة


My current work of art.. Roger, so far..

I have been so very busy so I didn't have time to finish Roger, so I've put another painting in the window instead.

 And this weekend my SIL is coming over حاجة زفت يعني

Here's him so far. No panic, you will hardly find theses colors back once it's finished.
Oh and I sent him an invitation to my party! Buwahahahah!

This is a huge thing, like 2*2 meters or something!

14 June 2012

Humor Murderers

I am known to be a funny bunny. Even my husband claims that I'm one of the funniest people he'd ever met- we thrive on laughter. 

However, due to my second nature of trying to adjust to the culture of the country I live in; I am slowly but surely quitting my sense of humor around the Swiss.

Tough job for an Egy-Dutchie but it seems vital to keep your mouth shut around Swiss people, especially any attempt to bust any funny line in any sort of conversation.

No matter what I say that would sound clearly funny or sarcastic, they take it literally and seriously. Some even give a rude answer back!! It's like the dialogue of the deaf!!

I'm throwing in the towel for trying to make any Swiss person laugh.

Swissos, you get no laughing from me. Yeah.

Thou shalt stayth miserable.


The Goddess of Comedy

13 June 2012

Silence of the Vamps

 I took the vow on me

 to always be

When you look at me

I shall always smile

And remain silent..

 While my aura is busy

Bursting volcanoes

Twirling hurricanes

Shaking the earth

Somewhere far and away

Where no one can see

or feel.

Or be.

But you.

The Montessori Miracle

Until two years ago I would mock anyone who would send their kids to an arty farty Montessori.

Two years forward; my big boy is going through some sort of a Montessori miracle!

Due to the fact that his previous school was in a village where posh families were concentrated; where the parents are always away and the kids grow emotionless with nannies and caregivers; the school was full of spoiled rude little assholes. My son was being constantly bullied.

Our pediatrician; who also happens to be a close friend (he's French but has been living here for millenniums already),  suggested a Montessori school. He said it was more suitable for G's sensitive character. Back then I laughed the idea off, and thought: they don't learn much in that type of  free education!

I was wrong. I was very very wrong.

G. comes back home with an incredible amount of information! He can even calculate already! And read! And he's growing to be so self-confident- in a good way- and at peace with himself! And they learn to be kind and attentive and helpful to others in the most heartwarming way. Bonus: All that without even having homework!

When I was a student; I wanted to become a teacher to do all things I wish I had but didn't. I even was planning to start a school with all the things I wanted to have for my kids, but now I see that the Montessori is doing the job as good as I wanted to be, and I'm happy.

Now it's time for my children to have the education I wish I had but couldn't.

Seeing happiness in my son's eyes to go to school- that sparkle I never had- means the world to me. I want him to be happy, loved and fulfilled with the sense of security with his own creativity and ingenuity, rather than stressed with the sense of competition and fear of the authority.

The other day it suddenly hit me that perhaps I should work on starting a higher Montessori school, because they don't have that in Zurich; and to my astonishment; Queen Bee is starting one! (Queen Bee is the nick I gave the ever-active mom L.S. of our school. That woman is like Energizer Bunny!!)

This video touched me like no other.. I'll leave you with it:

With love.

12 June 2012

Aliens Of The Night

Past midnight..

Finally the effing rain stops, or slows down at least.. So I get to finally move my paintings in peace!

I have been walking up and down my street for several times between home and shop for the last one and a half hours. Beautiful, beautiful weather.. Total peace, except for occasional cars and trams.

Not a soul.. Or so I thought..

Suddenly I see those eyes staring at me.. And I stare back, not even knowing what I'm staring at!!

Between my house and the shop there's a small forest.. But this "creature" was walking freely down the street like it didn't give a damn!

What is that? What are you?!! Where did you come from? Where are you going? Why are you here?!

The shock made me forget to get my phone out for a snap shot!

I have been Googling for the last 10 minutes, trying to figure out what I just saw.. I can't even describe it!!

I think I should call the zoo first thing in the morning! I hope they won't think I'm insane!

Shoe Show Shop!

Soooo my new neighbor (two spots from R. came empty at once) in the shop next door is a shoe designer!!

I'm in heaven or what?

Her name is Chri!

And she's adorable, and she speaks English fluently, and she is sociable (I've noticed that the Swiss under 30 are much more sociable than the older ones. Perhaps it's a process and they shut up later on in life, or maybe it's a change of generations with the younger ones speaking English more than the previous generations).  Update: She is Austrian. LOL

And she might want to use my genius bathroom to shoot her new campaign! Oh mmmamah!

Had a great day, except for the shitty pouring rain!

Baby steps.

11 June 2012

First "Work" Day

Today the stand comes for the window painting. Until Roger is ready (and he sends me his approval to show his painting in my window), I have to put up another one.

Now the dilemma is to carry about 20 giant paintings 500 meters down the street!! Not worth renting a van and almost impossible to do alone. Now what? LOL!!

I guess I'll carry them one by one.

Loving working on the website- a whole new experience!

I'm comfortably numb.

Off I launch.

10 June 2012

Secrets of the Soul

Between me and every piece of art I have produced is a secret I told her. Every brush stroke holds a  thought of a wish, a desire, a longing, a touch, a scent, a view, a moment, a life.

And it fascinates me how art allows me to show the world my secrets without no one noticing.

I shall die with a brush in my hand. 

Cherchez la femme

Chill, dear Arab women; we are not alone suffering from Arab men's stupidity..

09 June 2012

Little Moments = A Whole Life

For the good luck, I carried Farawla from home to the shop- 500 meters away. I don't know how we managed to shove her in the car and get her out again in one piece.

Farawla is Egyptian for "strawberry". My Farawla though, is a 2-meter bronze statue  of an Egyptian "slave", that captured my heart the moment I laid eyes on her in a shop window some 15 years ago. I was on my way to the supermarket when I got struck by love upon spotting her in a shop along the way. I walked in, bought her, and until now do not have any clue how I got the power to carry her on my shoulder and walk half a kilometer back home. It's the power of love- a force from above!

Farawla and I are inseparable. She moved with me everywhere, and shall move with me until the ass end of time.

For the good luck; I moved her as the first piece into the shop of my new home. And there she stood in her full glory, as I stood to watch her from outside, enchanted by a refreshing breeze, in my full slippers and pajamas!

She is a statue, nevertheless she does have a soul. Her presence gives me a feeling of belonging, safety- a sense and scent from home.

That moment I stood to watch her from outside, was one of those moments that came to stay engraved in my soul inside. How many moments did I have like that? Those moments = my life.

As I was arranging my stuff in the new apartment; I couldn't resist losing myself into remembering those moments during which I lived- as in literally lived.

Some were decades ago, others were minutes ago. Nevertheless, if I were to write down the story of my life; I would remember to write only them, and perhaps I should. Perhaps the world should know about the life of a woman; who counts her age in moments of joy.

On second thoughts..

I am but I'm not. I would but I won't. I can but I should not.

 Meanwhile, I hum Whitney's

Each day I live
I want to be
A day to give
The best of me
I'm only one
But not alone
My finest day
Is yet unknown

I broke my heart
Fought every gain
To taste the sweet
I face the pain
I rise and fall
Yet through it all
This much remains

I want one moment in time
When I'm more than I thought I could be
When all of my dreams are a heartbeat away
And the answers are all up to me
Give me one moment in time
When I'm racing with destiny
Then in that one moment of time
I will feel
I will feel eternity

I've lived to be
The very best
I want it all
No time for less
I've laid the plans
Now lay the chance
Here in my hands

Give me one moment in time
When I'm more than I thought I could be
When all of my dreams are a heartbeat away
And the answers are all up to me
Give me one moment in time
When I'm racing with destiny
Then in that one moment of time
I will feel
I will feel eternity

You're a winner for a lifetime
If you seize that one moment in time
Make it shine

Give me one moment in time
When I'm more than I thought I could be
When all of my dreams are a heartbeat away
And the answers are all up to me
Give me one moment in time
When I'm racing with destiny
Then in that one moment of time
I will be
I will be
I will be free
I will be
I will be free

08 June 2012

Holy Schiisdräck!

Was in the city for lunch and some shopping (work day was cancelled yaaay).

Restaurant in the Bahnhofstrasse, very tiny space, so another older Swiss couple asked to join in on our table.

We were flipping through a holiday booklet.

Two minutes later, the people start talking to us and suggest the best spots in the book!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :O

Vot? Swiss people talk to strangers? Not even that.. Swiss people talk, PERIOD?

We talked and talked and talked and talked and talked.. And behold; they laughed! I swear on all my shoes I saw them laughing!

And every couple of sentences I was like: "Where did you say you were from again?"

Holy Schiisdräck! I've just spotted Swiss people who talk© ® ℗ !!!

07 June 2012


Is going to be my opening date. Will throw a party.

I'm scared shitless.

06 June 2012

ik zoek een woord
    een heel nieuw woord
    een woord dat niemand kent
    ik zoek een woord
    dat zeggen wil
    dat jij de liefste bent

Recommended read: The History Of Love

From Nicole Krauss’s The History Of Love:

  “Small daily humiliations - these I take, generally, in my liver. Other damages I take in other places. The pancreas I reserve for being struck by all that’s been lost. Disappointment in myself: right kidney. Disappointment of others in me: left kidney. Personal failures: kishkes. When the clocks are turned back and the dark falls before I’m ready, this, for reasons I can’t explain, I feel in my wrists. And when I wake up and my fingers are stiff, almost certainly I was dreaming of my childhood.”

- Old Leo Gursky, who seems to finding ways to put off death by redirecting pain to different parts of his body, so as not to burden the already weak parts.

Sheryl Crow reveals benign brain tumour :'(

She made headlines in May when she forgot words to "Soak Up the Sun" at a show in St. Petersburg, Florida. Onstage at the time, she joked, "I'm 50. What can I say!"
Crow, who has two children, was diagnosed with early stage breast cancer in 2006, which was successfully treated that year.

Oh my gorgeous, you are such an inspiration, and your positive energy is all over the universe.

Get well, and even if you don't, you shall live forever. xx

04 June 2012


Yup, that's my new addiction. I can't believe I had one for 2 years and only started enjoying its incredible effect only  a couple of months ago!

I remember back in the days when I was a rowing freak, I easily, easily, had those gorgeous, well-defined six packs! Fast forward a decade, I'm a busy mom bla bla bla.

So the other day I suddenly noticed my dusty never-used kettlebell. Hey little chubby cute you, what are you doing there alone in the corner? Come to mama, let's kick some ass of an imaginary asshole with your help baby. (note: I won all the rowing races in which I used to imagine myself kicking the ass of the wife of my first love :)))

So I start, and I like, and I feel, and I wake up the next couple of days aching all over like I'd been hit by a train. There were muscles soaring in places I didn't even realize that muscles exist. 

VOT? Zis sing works zo well? Vhy did I not know zat from long ago already?

And to my ultimate stupidity, I spotted other cool ones in Dubai's Carrefour!! But back then I didn't realize how genius that thing is.

So I go hunt for more all over Zurich. Nada. Even the sales people at  the sport shops didn't even know what I was talking about, and even when I  show them photos- nope! Well, the least to say here is that this sucks a Chuchichäschtli's ass.

Though they seem new in the fitness world, Kettlebells are ancient Russian training equipment. Competitive kettlebell lifting has a long history in Russia.

What I love about it, is that you can train only for a couple of minutes and feel like you've been doing gym work for an hour! It's fascinating- and feels really different from dumbbells!

One day I might post a photo of my regained six-pack abs. Fingers crossed, or better, Kettlebells swayed! 

From Wiki:

By their nature, typical kettlebell exercises build strength and endurance, particularly in the lower back, legs, and shoulders, and increase grip strength. The basic movements, such as the swing, snatch, and the clean and jerk, engage the entire body at once, and in a way that mimics real world activities such as shoveling or farm work.
Unlike the exercises with dumbbells or barbells, kettlebell exercises often involve large numbers of repetitions. Kettlebell exercises are in their nature holistic; therefore they work several muscles simultaneously and may be repeated continuously for several minutes or with short breaks. This combination makes the exercise partially aerobic and more similar to High-intensity interval training rather than to traditional weight lifting. In one study, kettlebell enthusiasts performing a 20 minute snatch workout were measured to burn, on average, 13.6 calories/minute aerobically and 6.6 calories/minute anaerobically during the entire workout - "equivalent to running a 6-minute mile pace".

03 June 2012


I am painting Roger Federer..

This is the first time I decide to paint a man's portrait.

OK, I'm not a fan of the man, never saw him playing, never found him particularly attractive.

Now, behold this..

As the huge painting comes to life.. I am starting to think it has a soul!

And it's staring at me with a mysterious yet welcoming smile.

Not the man- no; h-i-s p-a-i-n-t-i-n-g that I am creating!

Can you fall in love with a piece of art you created with your own hands?!

Did God fall in love with the Virgin Mary? :)))

Do you remember the old movie called

Mannequin (1987)?

Here's the plot from Wiki:  

In Ancient Egypt, Ema ‘Emmy’ Hasure hides in a pyramid from her mother, who wants her daughter to marry a camel dung-dealer against Emmy's will. Emmy prays for the gods to get her out of this mess. Her mother denies anything is happening, and goes on about how the gods have more important things to worry about. Yet the gods answer Emmy's prayers; she travels through time, on a hunt for true love.

Philadelphia, 1987; when young mannequin-manufacturer Jonathan Switcher loses himself in his work with a particular model of mannequin (because, according to himself, artwork cannot be rushed), he is fired. Jonathan finds work as a party balloon-artist, a gardener and a chef; yet none of these jobs work out because his sculptor background makes him less than ideal for them. While on a moonlight walk with his girlfriend Roxie Shield, Jonathan sees the mannequin he created (and was fired over) in the window of Prince & Company - an upscale department store.
The next morning, Jonathan waits outside Prince & Company which is preparing to celebrate its 100th anniversary. He saves the manager, Claire Timkin, from being crushed to death by a falling sign. The grateful Claire hires Jonathan under protest from Vice-President Richards, who assigns Jonathan to be a stock boy. In his spare time, Jonathan hits it off with flamboyant window dresser Hollywood Montrose who has been working with Jonathan's favorite mannequin. That night, Hollywood and Jonathan construct a window display. They have a run-in with the store's night security chief, Captain Felix Maxwell, and his cowardly bulldog Rambo. When Jonathan is alone with her, the mannequin he is obsessed with comes to life as Emmy (a la Pinnochio). The next morning, Jonathan tells Roxie about Emmy. Being Roxie, she does not believe him.
Jonathan's window-dressing for Prince & Company attracts large audiences, including Roxie and, unfortunately, B.J. Wert - president of Illustra, a department store which is Prince & Company's arch-rival. It does not help that VP Richards is a corporate spy for Wert. At their next board meeting, Richards wants to fire Jonathan (ostensibly for showing off with the window displays), but Claire points out that Jonathan's designs are increasing sales for the store. Richards proposes to sell Prince & Company to Illustra for 10% of the former's value, but Claire will not hear of this. The other board members promote Jonathan to visual merchandising.
Emmy and Jonathan's relationship snowballs over the following week. Every night, she helps him and Hollywood create window displays which dazzle everyone at Prince & Company and which, ultimately, makes the store famous throughout Philadelphia. Both dressers still have to deal with Captain Maxwell and Roxie - the latter of whom also has to deal with Armand, who keeps angling for sex with her. One morning, Maxwell is caught sleeping on the job by Claire, who fires him for this. VP Richards sticks up for Maxwell, but succeeds only in getting himself fired to boot. Claire promotes Jonathan again; he is now the youngest vice-president in the history of Prince & Company. Moreover, his window designs are still bringing in a tremendous amount of profits and customers for them, at Illustra's expense. Armand sneaks into Prince & Company at night and takes pictures of Emmy. The jealous Wert sees the pictures and calls in Richards. They plan to steal Emmy - not knowing that she is alive - and put her on display at Illustra. Jonathan takes Emmy for a ride on his motorcycle. Roxie offers Jonathan work at Illustra, but he already has a job; moreover, he and Emmy are in love.
Maxwell and Richards break into Prince & Company. They search for Emmy but cannot tell her apart from all the other mannequins, so they wind up stealing every last mannequin in the store. The next morning, Hollywood and Jonathan discover what has happened to Emmy. They dash to Illustra and look around for her. When Wert offers Jonathan Richards' old job, Jonathan suspects the truth and turns him down. Roxie storms out of the office, swearing that Jonathan will never lay eyes on Emmy ever again. Once more, Jonathan leaps to the right conclusion and chases Roxie into an "employees only" area of the store. He is pursued by a dozen security guards, including Maxwell who has a new attack dog named Terminator. The dog completely ignores Jonathan. Roxie loads Emmy and all the other stolen mannequins into a trash compactor. Jonathan is cornered by Maxwell's security team, but Hollywood assist by bombarding the guards with a fire hose. Jonathan charges up the trash incinerator's conveyor belt to rescue Emmy. She comes to life in his hands; the machine's operator, upon seeing this happen, hits an "Emergency Stop" button. Jonathan's love for Emmy has saved them both; the operator, hoping for a similar result, proceeds to kiss and grope every other mannequin on the conveyor belt.
Maxwell and his fellow guards rush in, followed by Wert, who attempts to have Jonathan arrested for trespassing. Then Claire walks in with a VHS tape from her newly-installed CCTV system. Wert attempts to seduce Claire, who will have none of such; she has him, Richards and Maxwell arrested for breaking and entering, conspiracy and grand theft. Seeing Emmy alive, Maxwell questions his own sanity; the police drag him away to a mental hospital. Wert's final act as president of Illustra is to fire his whole staff, including the treacherous Roxie. Claire, who now owns Illustra as well as Prince & Company, promotes Hollywood to manage the former.
Emmy and Jonathan are married in the shop window of Prince & Company, with Claire as a bridesmaid, and with Hollywood as best man. Looking on, the entire Prince & Company family congratulate them.


Errr, that's about it for now. Back to Roger. :)))

01 June 2012

This Day In History

Is when I got my keys to my new world.

I am the proud owner of my own art place.

*drops dead*

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