Have a happy weekend in your Easter Bonnets, everyone!!
How cute is this little munchkin wearing Oscar de la Renta?
So… with my wedding mere weeks away I keep getting asked “are you going to stay in NYC after you’re married?” and “are you going to have children in NYC?” And I find myself continually bewildered by this discussion. Right now, I just hope I can walk all the way down the aisle without fainting/tripping. I really have no idea what our future will look like once I get to the end of the aisle.
But, these questions have made me more aware and observant of my life here in the city. I catch myself examining each day, each experience, wondering if I want to give it up and move to some place that is low-stress or stick it out in the center of the universe for a year… ten years… forever?
It is certainly very hard to live here at times. But I’ve never been more in love with any place I’ve ever lived. In fact, I don’t really know if I had any idea that you could love a place until I found this city. I guess that’s true of all love isn’t it? As I examine each part of my day here looking for reasons why it’s too hard or too stressful or too expensive, NYC has a way of bewitching me in the most unexpected ways and keeping me coming back for more…
Yesterday, I was riding the subway thinking to myself, See, this is hard. I’m underground rocketing through a tunnel with four people pressed directly against my body and I’m pretty sure the guy behind me is reading The Goldfinch along with me on my kindle for iPhone app… surely it would be hard to do this forever, especially with a child!
And just then a little girl and her mom boarded the train. The little girl was about six. And because she was six, she began a full volume conversation with her mom, the center of her universe…
“Mom, this train is different. It has orange seats not blue seats. And the metal is a different color” Her mom explained that there are different models of subway cars and that this one was older. She considered that for a minute and then said “I like the blue seats better”
And then her mom pulled the coolest mom card. She told the little girl about this recent news story about a rat that was doing a victory lap around a subway car. The little girl’s face lit up with a mixture of glee and horror imagining the people climbing onto the seats screaming. “Was it a blue seat one or an orange seat one?” she wanted to know. The mom smiled at her line if questioning, seeing where her little brain was going with this information. “I’m pretty sure it was an orange seater” she said conspiratorially and the little girl tightened her grip around her moms leg.
“Mom…. would you pick me up if a rat was in our train car?” she asked.
“What if the rat tried to climb up your leg to get me?”
“I will always save you, even from the rat”
It was a classic only-in-new-york conversation. The kind that I imagine Woody Allen overheard and then returned home to write Annie Hall. This little girl was learning about the depth of her mother’s love thanks to a subway rat. Her mother and she were squished together hurtling through space with strangers pressed against them, and somehow they’d made the trip fun with the rat story. City children have the most fascinating existence. NYC, you always know how to make me smile.
I come to you with a report from the front lines of the war against 5 inch heeled wedding shoes. I stand before you victorious. I know you all have been on pins and needles, waiting for this report. But, before I unveil the shoes, I must first give you the casualty report. No battle is without it’s losses.
So, you know how every wedding album has that shot, that iconic shot of the shoes? Well – if you’re like me, when you see that shot, your first reaction is Wow! what a pretty picture of shoes! I can’t wait to have my wedding shoes photographed and then prominently featured on wedding blogs the world over!
Well… my search for the shoes has resulted in a cruel lesson in karma! Like I said, with any battle, there will be casualties…
I finally found a shoe that could carry me down the aisle to my beloved. I was standing there, in Saks, admiring my feet and considering instagraming them when I noticed that the right shoe was a little loose.
Here! exclaimed the overzealous salesman helping me, I can fix that!
You can? I asked absent mindedly while opening the instagram app. I slipped off the right shoe and handed it to him… glancing up only at the last second as he was affixing a large, orthopedic looking insert to the inside of the shoe.
See! Now it is perfect! It will never slip or come out! he said, returning it to me proudly
WHAT IS THAT? I asked in horror, What do you MEAN it will NEVER come out?
It is permanent! Now you MUST pay for them! He explained gleefully, realizing he had just killed two birds with one stone – both forcing the sale and making the shoe fit my right foot better. And as I handed over my card, I accepted with the feeling of a deflated balloon that my shoe would never be photo material now with a giant dr. scholl’s insert stuck in it.
I know, I know, I know. First world problem. Greenland is melting, time to get over the shoe picture. But isn’t that just the way the world works? I write a blog post about searching for the perfect shoes and now they can’t even be photographed properly. Oh well, these little traumas only serve to remind me that the real reason I was on the hunt for these shoes was because I am lucky enough to have found someone to eternally love… not because this is my one shot at getting a spread in Town & Country brides.
So… without further, elaborate, drawn out storytelling. I present to you the bridal trifecta. It takes a village to cobble a bride, or at least this bride. I required not one but three pairs of shoes to hit everything on my exhaustive checklist.
Shoe one, the Jimmy Choo Straits in a light gold snake stamped heel meets my D’Orsay needs. At 3.5″ heel height it is just the thing to pair with my wedding gown. (and with every black tie dress I’ll ever wear again)
Shoe two, the Louboutin Pigalle 85mm is actually the shoe I based my crazy ranting blog post on. Exactly a perfect heel, dropping in a dramatic line from the farthest back tip of the heel, in a glowingly warm nude patent leather will be the perfect shoe for the rehearsal dinner. (and for any cocktail occasion ever again)
And Shoe three – The J Crew Audrey pumps in in lavender floral fills my need for some floral, botanical, organic life breathed into the fabric. How cute are these for the bridesmaid lunch? (and with white jeans on the honeymoon!?)
And there you have it, I’ve found three pairs of 3″ heeled shoes, each celebrating one of my favorite shoe qualities, each ready and waiting in my closet to help me celebrate this special occasion. Thank you all for your very enthusiastic support through this search! I hope you like my trifecta!
Goodmorning! So, on Tuesday I posted about escaping to an imagined town on the Riviera in the hopes of escaping the cold and willing spring to come faster and guess what… the forecasted snow that we were supposed to wake up to on Wednesday in NYC didn’t come!
IT WORKED. I am an illustration voodoo meteorologist mastermind. Let’s test my powers further…
Today, inspired by Atlantic Pacific I invite you to join me and focus all your energy on moving the temperature up at least 10 degrees. My goal is to control (with my mind) the north east weather patterns to not drop below freezing again until fall. I know, ambitious. But, clearly, I am powerful at this given my track record of one time success.
Think about spanish moss dripping off knotty, ancient oaks, their branches reach out long and low over the road you’re riding along. The moss is creating a secretive cave, dappled with spring sunshine making dusty, lace patterns on the windshield of the beat up old beach car you’re obviously driving with all the windows down.
And there’s music playing in the car, and in the air, all around. Like a happy montage from a beach movie in which you will ultimately marry Ryan Gosling. Wait I just got it, the song is a reggae cover of Take Me Home, Country Roads. Yes.
Do you see it? Good. Now focus on that. And on the navy and white striped skirt you’re wearing, paired with perfectly tan skin.
We can do this, winter-refugees! We are stronger than the cold! Keep meditating on floppy sun hats and check back soon for more escapism.