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Hi Everyone! It’s me, Becky. Hope you are doing well.

Wanted to let you know I have moved my wordpress blog to BECKYKRAUSE.COM

I transferred this blog to the new address however, I do not know how to transfer you, my beautiful followers. I also do not know how to get people to subscribe to the new blog.

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Happy Friday!

Here is a video of me portraying 35 characters in a 19 Kids and Counting parody video for my improv theater’s youtube channel!

VINTAGE STORE FEARS

I met my friend Tom in midtown Manhattan this morning at Speedy’s cafe. To plan our monthly comedy variety show. Called Major Babe Time.

The cafe could be called Speedy’s because the quick food service. Or because maybe the place is owned by Speedy Gonzalez. The tiny cartoon mouse known for being “The fastest mouse in all of Mexico.”

During our meeting, I drank a large iced coffee with milk. No sugar. Coffee is glorious because I feel great after I drink it.

After the meeting, I walked downtown towards New York Vintage. A vintage clothing store on W25th. I’d never been vintage shopping before. I wanted to look for beautiful dresses to wear in my character photos.

The New York Vintage storefront was tucked away under an awning. I looked through the front window. The store looked narrow and seemed to be filled with rows of 1920s flapper dresses. The store looked intimidating.

“Ring Bell to enter,” the front door sign read.

Oh God,” I thought.

I did not want to ring the doorbell. I did not want to deal with having someone come and answer the door. And ask me why I was at the store. There were no customers in the store, so all the attendant’s attention would be on me. I did not want to deal with the interaction.

What’s the worst thing that could happen inside that vintage store?” I asked myself.

The store attendant would follow me around inside the store and ask how I felt about every dress I looked at and then say, ‘Why are you even shopping here?’,” was the worst thing I could think of happening. It is so ridiculous of a reason!

I walked back and forth outside the store 4 times. Up the block towards 6th ave. Then back towards 7th ave. Then up towards 6th. Then back towards 7th. Every time I passed, I glanced inside to see if other customers were in the store.

If there was another customer in the store I would go in,” I thought. The pressure would be taken off me.

It is so funny to me how such a trivial thing as walking into a store can cause me to think so much. But it does.

There were no other customers. I did not go into the store. I walked away.

I headed further downtown towards another vintage store, Shareen Vintage. I thought it might be a more populated store. With no door bell.

I arrived to the address, 13 W17th street. There was a hair salon. And a restaurant. No vintage store.

A handy man noticed I was lost.

“Are you looking for Shareen Vintage?” He asked.

“Yes,” I said. “But I’m good, I don’t need help,” I wanted to say.

“It’s up those steps,” he pointed to a set of black metal steps leading to an apartment building, “ring the doorbell to be buzzed in.”

“Thank you,” I said with another smile. “I do not want to go into the store if it is in a private building,” I wanted to say, “This is worse than a storefront doorbell.”

“I’m the super of the building. People always get lost looking for it,” he told me.

He and I stared at each other. He was waiting for me to make a move.

“Go in,” he told me nicely.

Smiling, I walked up the stairs. I pressed the buzzer.

“Hello. Shareen Vintage. How can I help you?” a friendly girl’s voice said.

“I’m here for the vintage clothes,” I said. I didn’t know what else to say.

“Sure, c’mon up. Second floor.”

She buzzed me in. I walked inside and up the staircase to the second floor. At the end of the hallway was an open door with a girl standing in the doorway. She was probably 23 years old. She had long wavy brown hair. Dressed in a copper button up silk shirt with a silk rose sewed on the collar. “I bet that’s a vintage shirt,” I thought.

“Hi. How are you?” she asked very nicely.

“Good,” I said with a smile.

I stepped inside the store/apartment. There were three woman sitting on a couch. Looking at another woman in front of a mirror, trying on a white vintage wedding dress.

“I don’t like the v-neck cut of this one,” the bride was telling her friends.

“On these three racks are Shareen’s designs,” the friendly store attendant told me. She was talking quickly because she was also attending to the bride. “And in that back room,” she pointed, “are all the fun vintage dresses. Feel free to take a look around.”

“Thank you,” I said.

Like Speedy Gonzalez, she sped-walked to the dressing room to help the bride change dresses. I walked to the back room.

The back room was small, but filled with large racks of gorgeous vintage dresses.

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The dresses were beautiful. I felt so happy. They would make great costumes for photo shoots. And cute outfits to wear to parties.

I looked at each one of the dresses.

The attendant walked back into the room.

“No boys allowed in here, so feel free to try on dresses wherever you feel comfortable,” she told me.

“Ok, thank you,” I said. I was not going to try on dresses. But it was a nice gesture.

The phone rang. The attendant answered. From hearing one side of the conversation, I concluded there was a customer who tried on a dress she purchased, but it didn’t look right in the chest region. And the store attendant was telling her she can tie it a different way to make it fit better. The attendant was so nice. She was also very busy.

“How much do the dresses cost?” I asked her as she was speed walking out of the room.

“Oh I should have told you that,” she said talking quickly, “I price them for you. These casual ones are $40-50. These fancier ones, $50-60. And these ball gowns are $60-70.”

“And where does Shareen get the dresses?” I asked. I was curious.

“She goes to LA a lot and she handpicks the dresses, usually from estate sales,” she told me kindly. Then walked out of the room.

I saw a cute red button up dress by the designer Jonathan Logan.

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I was not going to buy anything. I was done looking. It was great to get the vintage shopping experience.

I walked toward the exit of the store.

“Thank you so much,” I said to the attendant. She was tying strings on the bride’s dress.

“Thank you,” she said to me with a smile.

I walked into the hallway. Down the staircase. There were three black metal doors. I could not remember which I came in from. I walked toward the first door and pushed it. It was locked. I walked toward the second, pushed it. It was locked.

I guess the actual worst thing that could happen inside a vintage store would be to literally get trapped inside it.

I walked to the third door. Pushed it. It opened. I left.

1 Second Everyday for a Year – AGE 26

I captured one second of video a day from 3/17/13-3/17/14.

Today, March 17, 2014 was the end of year two of my one second a day for a year video.

Year two begins with a video of me, my cousins and sister celebrating St. Patrick’s day on Staten Island.

I cannot believe this day is here. March 17th. I’ve been thinking about this day for months and months and months. “March 17th is the day my video will be over,” I thought. It was a fleeting thought because the moment wasn’t here. I knew I had months. Then weeks. Then days. Even four days ago, I was thinking about this day and how it was approaching but still had to wait a few days for it. And now it’s here.

That is the weirdest part of life. How there are events that you wait for. Things you build up. Lead up to. Sometimes get nervous for. Prepare for. And then it happens and it is over.

This year was good and sad too. My sister Emily was proposed to. I was on two great house improv teams at the PIT. I was in a PITtv commercial for cover gurl even though I kept forgetting my lines. I left working full time at MTV and only work freelance now. I left to pursue my dream of comedy. I did the 40-mile bike tour. I pulled three discs in my lower back. My grandmother, Nana, passed away. That was the saddest part of this year. She was a woman who was so important in my life, my whole life. I met a new baby cousin and saw my other baby cousins grow into toddlers.

I went to California. I went to Toronto, Canada. I went to Dineyland and saw a little boy in awe as he went through the “It’s A Small World” ride.

It was a great year. And now it’s over. And a new year has begun. And I wonder what will happen in the next year until the next March 17th. Will I think of myself now, then? As the next year has ended and a year-older-me is laying in bed writing a summary of that past year. And year-older-self thinks, “I remember when I finished this last year and I was lying in bed writing this.”

My sister’s wedding is coming up in this next year. In only two weeks. I have to write my speech for that. So much to do. So much happening. What’s the point of it all? We are all experiencing things and making connections with people and maybe that’s the most important thing. Making connections with people and doing things that scare you and following vulnerability and following things that scare you and doing things that scare you.

I’m going to go watch ER now in bed and stay up later than I should it is now 12:14am. Goodnight.

 

Inspired by the idea by Cesar Kuriyama which can read more about here – http://1secondeveryday.com/

 

YEAR ONE: https://vimeo.com/62347561

 

 

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