We were blasted with several inches of snow on-ironically (but, of course!)-the first official day of Spring.
We all once again rummaged through the darkest corners of our closets, dug into the bins we'd recently begun stuffing our winter-wear into, and grumpily wiggled our boots back on. We knew there would still be cool weather to come. It is New York, after all. This isn't our first rodeo. This isn't our 100th rodeo. We got this. It's exciting in November, and we gladly snuggle under the warm covers in flannel pajamas, reveling in the falling of winter's first snow flakes on our eyelashes when we emerge from our cozy (i.e. tiny) apartments. It's all so Sound of Music and adorable, right?
Fast forward to months of stubborn snow that won't actually melt, splash-stained pants, nearly-ruined or sad-looking boots, and a silent whimpering from the city for it to all end. We thought we'd finished "winter proper" and had transitioned to that strange gray period right before spring blooms and coaxes us all out of our homes, shells, and resting bitch-face. We had a tiny teaspoon worth of spring's antidote, and we can all guess what happened after that. All together now, Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.
I'm truly upset that I didn't also purchase this coat in cherry red, which hung right next to my winter-white shade. They both were longingly crying out to me. I kept reassuring myself that if I continued to muse over the red shag for the next few days and still felt joyous over the current addition to my wardrobe, then I'd return to get my coat's even gaudier sister. The weather turned a bit warmer, I visited family down south in North Carolina, and soon, the red shag became a distant memory. When I returned to New York, it hit me. I decided to pop in and just seeeeeeee if maybe, just maybe, the red shag that had been haunting me could possibly be awaiting my arrival. No luck. Lesson learned--When you know, you know. When it's a one of a kind piece, timing is everything.
Right time, right place, right price.
Grab what's rightfully yours!
Coat: Vintage; Similar One, Two, Three, Four & Five (in black!)// Blouse and Black Pants: Zara// Boots: Joe's Jeans "Avryl"; Option Two// Lipstick: Kat Von D "Coven" //Sunglasses: Lucky Selectism
The next day, I decided that heading outdoors warranted some warmth. I changed up this look to make it a little more rock 'n roll. I threw on a baseball graphic tee, some cheetah booties (Kate Spade--similar HERE and HERE), and a signature beanie. It felt very much "me" for daytime while running errands, taking the dogs out, and dashing between jobs. Not too grunge, not too pristine. I'll just be over here, wrapped up in my shaggy mammoth coat, waiting in the cold while waiting out the cold. At this pace, maybe come June (ish?), I can finally be donning a denim jacket.
I could wear this outfit everyday, in fact. Maybe, I just will until spring properly delivers some inspiration in the form of sunshine and greenery.
other news and exciting happenings:
other news and exciting happenings:
- Most importantly, I met my three-month-old niece for the first time in Winston-Salem, North Carolina. My heart absolutely melted into a million pieces. Watching my two-year-old nephew speaking to her and rubbing her face? Consider it heart failure...from elation. I had five beautiful days there with my entire family. And, guess what? Winston-Salem is growing on me, which is something I never thought I'd think, much less, say aloud. It's charming and surprisingly full of life, culture, a food scene, and plenty of live music, to boot (jokes, I've got 'em)...sorry, y'all. I failed to give you the credit you deserve. I've seen the light...and eaten your fried green tomatoes. My mistake. Well done. And, aren't these just the most picturesque houses ever? Dying for one of my own now. I'll have to settle for my Brooklyn apartment with roommates for now, though. Can't I just have both? I'm going to need to start writing a few more books, eh?
- TriBeCa Film Festival officially commences on the 16th. I'll be collaborating on some write-ups and events with the ever-cool Creem Mag and one of their editors, who also happens to be one of my favorite people and dearest friends. I'm beyond stoked. I absolutely love the TFF, and it's always an incredible mix of talent, discussions, events, and equally fascinating people. There's nothing like art--and in this case, stimulating films-- to cultivate thoughts and subsequently, actions and even movements. Whether it's purely entertaining, educational, emotionally riveting, or the combination of all, I'll keep you updated on what's dominating my mental space after it commences. I'm never disappointed. Let the wheels start turning.
To be continued...