Last week I went to New York City. That's right, The Big Apple, City that Never Sleeps, If I can make it there...etc. I went to visit my sister, who owns an apartment across the street from Lincoln Center, 27 floors up, with doormen and revolving doors, (if someone knows a way of getting through one while dragging carry on luggage without looking like an idiot, let me know. ) Anyway, it is New York City living at its' finest complete with an upscale Mexican restaurant in the bottom floor....more
Once upon a time I lived in the city. I lived in New York way before Carrie Bradshaw and her merry followers took the city by storm in their Jimmy Choos and Prada dresses. I never dressed quite like Samantha or Charlotte, but I remember walking up Madison Avenue wishing I could afford the beautiful clothes, and every time I zipped by Vera Wang, I could cry....more
I loved your voice overs and your laptop screen. Neither of us could have been so entirely shallow, really, because I've never known a shoe that wasn't orthopedic, but I liked you, Carrie Bradshaw, still. I liked you, though you've done harm. You have! The number of women I know who don't believe it's love unless it's tumultuous -- that's down to you, CB.
As if we aren't self-conscious enough about stepping through the looking glass of marriage and parenthood, occasionally something small occurs to crystallize a reality that we are no longer "cool" in the same way we were in our sing