I promised another wardrobe guide but instead I’m posting a springy picture I took last week. My mom was in town, and after visiting the Museum of the City of New York, we stumbled upon the Central Park Conservatory, a beautiful formal garden at the northern end. The magnolias last week were in full splendor everywhere, one of those rare weeks where everything seems quite perfect in New York.
Happy weekend!
For Valentine’s Day, instead of a four-course meal in the neighborhood, we tempted fate and went to a Valentine’s/Fashion Week party. The views from The Standard were lovely, but it was nearly impossible to track down a drink until, eventually, the male models/waiters started walking around with bottles of vodka and just pouring it straight into glasses. Were we overserved? Perhaps.
On the walk back to the subway, we stopped in McDs because I didn’t eat any of the tiny appetizers at the party. We split nuggets, a cheeseburger, fries, and a shamrock shake that Kirk found disgusting (but I secretly liked). True romance.
This springs marks our sixth year together. Something that has served us well is our willingness to let the big moments happen on their own terms, and not pre-determined dates designed to sell boxes of chocolate. Not that I turn those down. But it’s usually the simplest things that turn into the big memories, and I’m totally fine with that.
I’m so tickled to share this next guest post! Roxy shares her NYC Cocktail Culture Crawl (for travelers and Manhattanites alike!)
) is the outrageously inventive cocktail culture. It wasn’t until my recent visit to the new-on-the-scene Paris transplant, The Experimental Cocktail Club, that I really started to appreciate the genuine high proof panache that New York City bartenders manage to mix and muddle up like no other. One “Curious Prescription” and “Black Heart” later, I began to fully realize the copious amounts of cray cray cocktails at my thirsty little finger tips, or mouth rather!I’ve rounded up 10 boozy spots in some of my favorite New York neighborhoods where I would love nothing more than to congregate- you, me, Colleen when she’s back, and pour a few outlandish libations down the hatch. So won’t you hold the rum and coke? The vodka tonic? I hope your answer comes in two words– Bottoms up!
See 107 more cocktails here!
I have happy news, finally. My husband accepted a job offer here in New York, so here is where we’ll stay for the next few years.
The process was certainly dramatic, though. We had an early verbal offer in Long Island that fell apart, and then a formal one in Raleigh. We thought hard about Raleigh, but ultimately felt a little too young to be settling down.
Not that I particularly hated the idea of having a dishwasher, an extra bedroom, and a bathroom that doesn’t inspire fear. Those things would be nice.
We’re simply not done here. I haven’t even been to Williamsburg yet, which is some kind of 20-something crime.
Besides designing for Lonny right now, I have crafty little plans. Oh and new posts for next week, because I owe you big time.
This week got the better of me. I’ve mentally checked out for the cruise that is still two months away. Whoops.
The weather for the weekend here is finally behaving like March weather, i.e. chilly, so I plan to knock out a project or two.
Happy weekend.