Trader Joe's No Longer Cut-Off on a Provisional Basis

I've been back once already to Trader Joe's after their cut-off worthy and traitorous actions.

I didn't feel good about it, but I needed milk and it was a Saturday and frankly, Stop & Shop on a Saturday scares me.

What do you think? Should I give the Trader another second chance?

Larchmont's first cut-off

One of the reasons I was okay with leaving my Upper West Side neighborhood was because there was no longer a bodega, dry cleaner or grocery store I was willing to patronize within a five block radius.

Larchmont was a clean slate, of restaurants to dine in, stores to shop in, and dry cleaners for my clothes to be dry cleaned in.

Until now.

Today, I cut-off my first place - and it is a bold move. I am no longer shopping at Trader Joe's. That's right, Trader Joe's. Unlike cutting off a smaller speciality shop, this will have major implications in my daily life, so I'm not sure if this is a permanent cut-off or just a temporary one until I forgive them.

Around Town

Since moving to Larchmont, a few things have puzzled me (or should I say, moi, this town is all about its French flavor)

These lawn animals freak me out every time I walk by them to the train. How can a rabbit be the same size as a deer? And don't the owners find it creepy that the rabbit is totally out of scale with the deer? One of them has got to go - or at least shrink.

The downtown area's landscaping choices:



Some person has actually gone to the trouble of "planting" fake flowers in real soil. If you can take the time to do this, why not just plan real flowers? Every time I see this I don't know if I should laugh or cry.

The Best Car in Town

If this isn't the greatest car in town, I don't know what is. I also note, for the record, that out here even the cutting-edge artsy types who graffiti their cars still drive a practical station wagon.

Stepford Moms of Larchmont, Thank You

Larchmont is certainly filled with more then its fair share of the ladies of the Stepford-variety, but today instead of complaining about their soul-sucking ways as I usually do, instead today I say Thank You. Because of you, I can get healthy salad pizza at the local Pizza joint, because you ladies certainly aren't eating any of that greasy garbage. And although I am not as virtuous as you in my choice of salad pizza, it is cheese-free, a rarity at most pizza joints, so my lactose-intolerant (albeit not Stepford thin) self takes a moment now to say, thank you for being obsessively thin and obsessively interested in what you eat. Because of this - because of you - I can get a slice of chesse-less pizza when I take my kids out for cheese-ful pizza.

Welcome to Larchmont Mom!

That's me, Larchmont Mom. I moved from the big city to the vast Westchester suburban wasteland this past September. We're all still adjusting. We is: me, my husband, and our two daughters, one is almost five (we'll call her Biggie) and the little one is just-turned three (we'll call her Smalls). If Malia and Sasha are getting a puppy to soften the blow of moving to the White House, then by all means my kids should have gotten a parting gift for leaving NYC, but alas, nothing as great as a family pet was offered. For them, the suburbs offered their own rooms (my husband thought the little one would resist this switch, but she surprised us all with her first words upon seeing her room being to tell her sister "get out!") and scooters (I had always demurred in the city there was no room for them, but here there is ample storage).
So now I'm just another suburban mom, busy yet bored.
And I'm looking to stir up a little trouble, even if it only gets to be of the virtual variety.