This past week, I found myself working in New York.
From all accounts, the weather had been pretty extreme, but as warm as it was when I was there, it actually just rained a lot. I was interested in the fact that it didn't seem to cool things off, just amplify the mugginess. But being from the gulf coast, taking on more humidity is just a challenge. Not a threat.
I was in New York to finish new work for next year. It's a real relief to have it done in one swoop, and I'm really proud of this next line that's coming out in the spring, and just delightfully excited about the spooky little Halloween line that came together before I went. We got it all knocked out so they can go out for engraving and get to fabric asap. Shops, ask your Reps to see Hello Pilgrim and Guising.
For you. All for you.
A few things to look forward to:
More Pearl Bracelets.
New Red Letter Day stripes.
Berries and butterflies.
jack-o-lanterns and ghosts. (yes, ghosts, Amanda)
It was great to see my Andover peeps. Just like teaching or speaking, it's nice to be scooped up and taken care of for a few days. And for that I am grateful.
Aside from work, I had dinner with friends, went to a poetry reading, made plans for a video game that I still can't understand why it doesn't already exist, saw Oliver Platt on the street, saw Charlie Cox of Stardust and Downtown Abbey talking to him. Charlie Cox has a very round haircut right now. Went to a fancy dinner in Bryant park, got some really great advice and made some new plans, went to my first baseball game, went to Coney Island for the first time, made new friends, and so on. I was literally happier in this past week than I feel I have been in a while.
I was continually amazed by the subway. Not that it is particularly amazing, and not that standing on some of those platforms was like unto standing in the 6th circle of Hell near the Phlegethon river, but I've always had someone else navigating. This time I was alone so google maps would tell me where to get on, how many minutes, how many stops, where to switch, the number of minutes it would take me to walk to the next platform, and then I would be where I was going. Just like it said. It amused and amazed.
I made the very most of my time, and it was the very best trip to New York I've ever had. The dust of living there has been stirred once more. And it's at the top of my list as I start to apply for grad school.
That was of course until I had to pay FIVE DOLLARS for a kombucha.
I would like to note once again that I did not bring a camera with me. World's worst butterfly.
And in closing, I am saddened to report, that my best most traveled and beloved shoes bit the dust near 11:00 PM Eastern Standard time, on the beach of Coney Island. I wanted to get my feet wet, and stand in the Atlantic, and that's all well and good. But there were no towels, there were no arrangements. So I thought that I would trick the sand off of my feet, because there is almost nothing that bugs me more than wet sandy feet in shoes, and placed my shoes where the tide had not gone, but where the sand was wet enough that I would not pick up new sand. I set down my shoes, got my feet in the water, hopped back to the shoes, and in that moment the water had risen and come in over my ankles.
you can not trick sand.
These shoes had seen action before, but not to these depths. I got back to my hotel and they kind of disintegrated off my feet.
It's time to hunt for a new pair of red shoes, and figure out a way to move my bike to New York without riding it there.