The Three-Headed Alligator & the Magic of Shopping Local
- Loveday Funck
- 3 days ago
- 2 min read
This week began with a strange little dream: a small three-headed alligator with mismatched eyes and bright jaws. A creature that wasn’t dangerous, just unusual. Just itself. In the dream, everyone wanted to destroy it “before it could bite,” while all I wanted was for us to simply walk around it, to coexist with something strange and beautiful rather than fear it.
I’ve been thinking about that dream a lot as I prepare for this weekend’s Pop-Up at Perkins Rowe (Friday, Saturday, and Sunday). Because honestly? Making art and choosing to buy local art feels a lot like choosing to walk around the alligator.
It’s choosing curiosity over fear.
Connection over convenience.Presence over mass-produced sameness.
Local art is alligator-magic: odd, vibrant, shaped by real hands and real stories. It’s not pretending to be perfect. It’s alive.
And when you buy from local artists, you’re saying:
“I see the strange and beautiful thing you made, and I want it in my world.”
You’re keeping someone’s small, handcrafted dream alive.
Perkins Rowe Holiday Pop-Up
Friday, Saturday, Sunday📍
Perkins Rowe🎁
Handmade ornaments, prints, bags, holiday gifts, and the sweetest weirdness I can conjure
This is one of my last big events of the year, and it’s the perfect chance to support:
local artists
small businesses
people building things with their own hands
creators who pour their heart into every piece
The holidays hit differently when you fill them with handmade things, gifts with stories, gifts with fingerprints, gifts that didn’t come off a conveyor belt.
If you’re nearby, come say hello.
Let me show you the ornaments I’m making this week.
Come wander through the pop-up, discover new artists, and treat yourself to something lovingly weird.
Let’s make holiday magic real, one small, beautiful creature at a time. 🐊✨
Villain of the Week - Madame Delphine LaLaurie
New Orleans has seen its share of monsters.
Some were born in fire.
Some crawled out of the water.
And some… wore silk gowns and smiled while the city applauded them.
Long before the Krewe of the Morningstar took shape, Lucien crossed paths with one of the Quarter’s darkest legends: Madame Delphine LaLaurie. Elegant, wealthy, adored by society, and rotted through with a cruelty so refined it almost became art.
In our latest TOS story, we explore LaLaurie not as a ghost story, but as a force: a woman who believed suffering was a canvas and that she could carve her way into immortality through terror. Even death couldn’t contain her. She left pieces of herself behind: shards, anchors, waiting for someone unsuspecting to pick them up.
Evelyn does.
What follows is an exorcism threaded through nightmares, shattered glass, and the weight of New Orleans’ oldest sins. Some ghosts linger. Others try to return.
LaLaurie is one of the latter.
She is not a myth.
She is a warning.
And she is this week’s villain.
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