Sunday, February 26, 2017

Pajama Day


The past few weeks have been filled with good, bad and ugly.  Lets start with the good.  Hmmm...lets see.  Alice and I thoroughly enjoyed our quickie weekend in Palm Beach.  We packed on the fly, stayed at the Colony, had no set agenda, but had a wonderful, if exhausting two days away, filled with friends, and lots of laughter, curried chicken salad, some new Jimmy Choo's, and many salted milk chocolate covered cashews on the flight home... and the night before we left New York there was a great dinner date with this really cute guy, and a really truly nice evening...lots of chemistry...lots of  cocktails in cute little West Village bars.  I left town, as did he, soooo...  It's all very promising, but wish I could say my heartbreak is gone.  It still creeps up on me when least expected, like today, simply because I have been home with an evil cold and stopped completely dead in my tracks with it.  Too much quiet time to think is a bad thing, but it seems I am simply paying the price for doing too much, for dancing as fast as I can.  Thats the bad.  You've got the picture, but the ugly was my Valentines Day.  Yep.  Met an ex-boyfriend turned friend for a drink.  Not a great time.  Thought it would keep me from wallowing.  Bad result.  Lesson learned.  Kinda funny to think about now though....




Anyway, headed back to Florida again soon, and fingers crossed this purple ruffled Missoni
monstrosity is still on the rack....


Sunday, February 5, 2017

A Lovely Week


My week was amazing, spent in a haze of loud trousers of the striped and plaid variety...belled, and flared, and buttoned.....the kind Zappa would have worn....when he was feeling very confident, and extra flamboyant, wafting around onstage..... I volunteered my heart out, I lost a friend, made a new one, caught a cold, found a great vintage sweater, and bought a new chair at Home Goods all the way on Columbus and 100th, more or less.

So I emoted, and dressed like a clown, and made the world a better place, and organized my mind and my home, and my love life.

Today was wonderful.  The sky was grey, just the way I prefer it, and the air was brisk and palpable.  I was positive I would never blog again.  The never ending cycle of writing and posting, and then getting middle of the night anxiety about what I wrote....then deleting...then shutting down the blog for a week or two.  Just the thought depressed the hell out of me, so I started back up.


Alice and I had coffee after coffee this afternoon at Le Pain Quotidien on Montague Street.  I had to drop something off across the street, so we stopped in for a little caffeine and a little chocolatey something.  Two hours later, Alice was all filled in on my life, my love life, my previous evening, and I hers.  Sometimes I marvel at how wonderful this relationship is. This girl of mine....my miracle, my best friend.  It was always just the two of us, really.  She was born during an ice storm....I barely had time to make it to the hospital.  I remember so clearly the struggle to walk across the street to the car, with the icy cold snow squalling and swirling around me, and I remember the painful lump in my throat, and feeling so very much alive and scared.  I remember the smell of the cold air.  Two hours later, settled in my hospital bed, we had our first conversation....just the two of us, in that ugly floral nightmare of a room....staring into each others eyes, we got to know each other, and my real life began, without a mother of my own to help, or a husband for the most part, or a template of any sort.  We grew up together.  With my own mother, I could never, ever share my real feelings.  Still to this day, if I don't trust someone, they get nothing.....nothing real, or shared, or from the heart.  They get the pre-packaged, palatable, defensive stuff I learned to give my own mom.  Only my inner circle gets my truth.....the juicy, complicated, wonderful, topsy turvy reality....the good stuff....the magic....


Had cocktails at ABC Cocina on East 19th street.  Usually I have zero interest in bars....especially when I have to do all the commuting to Manhattan.  I did like this place, mostly for the flattering light.  The lighting in the ladies room really made me feel pretty.....a real plus in my book....for powdering the nose.... lol. I truly believe a well made Old Fashioned is one of the best parts of winter...


Spent time with Alice and Annie this week.  These two gals are my hands down favorite dinner companions.  


Super Bowl?  Naaaaa.......just a little blogging and late night yoga for me.....