We’re back from NYC and although we had an absolute blast, I wouldn’t exactly describe my current self as feeling brand new. I feel quite the opposite. Those streets wore me out, and the big lights fooled me into staying up way too late. We found our way from the Upper West side to Ground Zero, stopped on Canal Street to bargain (Colin really wanted a watch), wandered through the West Village and Soho, window shopped in Midtown, daydreamed along the Upper East side, sampled a street dog, strolled through Central Park and managed to find our way back to the Upper West Side in time to go back downtown for a night out enjoying New York's finest. So much fun, but I was slightly bothered by the corner merchants constantly singling me out. Why didn’t they assume I was a New Yorker? Wonder if it was my ready to walk all over NY outfit or the map that gave me away? It wasn’t exactly the most stylish outfit I own, but it’s not like I was wearing a fanny pack. I would have loved to brighten up NYC streets in this Jules Reid ensemble.
Maybe I can make it to a Fleur trunk show before our next trip to better blend with the locals. Colin, my self-proclaimed non-designer jeans wearing husband, had no problem doing so in his black Sevens!!! Thanks Carolyn and John for showing us the City. Let’s hear it for NY, NY, NY!!!!
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