Hotsy Totsy Club


If I ever had the chance to own a burlesque club I’d call it the Hotsy Totsy Club. Failing that, I can merely offer a selection of truly hot stuff.  The kind of items in a still life handled and arranged by proxy.

Around here on the Top Left Hand Side we’ve entered the dog days of summer. It’s hot. Lawns are seared tan. Back yard gardens abound with bounty. Neighbors slink around in the anonymity of early dawn to hang carrier bags of zucchini on door handles. Recipes for chocolate zucchini bread dance through my head. Too hot to turn on the oven. Cruel irony.

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