Thursday, January 31
Wednesday, January 30
five. Stella & Dot Sanibel Chandelier Earrings
Tuesday, January 29
Sweater: Madewell / Tank: Forever 21 / Denim: American Eagle /
Boots: Kenneth Cole Reaction / Lipstick: NARS Heatwave
I didn't pack the most practical shoes for a ski weekend, but I did bring the coziest sweaters I own,
this being one of them. I just couldn't resist when I saw it on sale in Madewell a few weeks back.
Since then, it has been on regular rotation as temperatures have dropped.
Monday, January 28
This weekend JD and I went up to Mount Snow in Vermont with a group of friends
for a ski weekend. It was such a fun time, and as always, wonderful to see friends that we don't
get to see too often. I didn't want to leave. Almost everyone in our group was up each
morning to catch the first chair. We drove up Thursday night for a long weekend,
which was definitely a good call as the mountain was must less crowded on Friday.
There were hardly any lines for the lifts and the trails were wide open. It was a perfect day
to get comfortable on being on skis again, the last time I went was two years ago!
The mountain got pretty crowded on Saturday, so JD and I went over to the Sunbrook
area to ski. It was perfect, though a little cold, but not too crowded. It's always funny
how certain areas of the mountain are so crowded while others are ignored.
Wednesday, January 23
Tuesday, January 22
The night started with dinner at a little place called Emporio in NoLita. I arrived late, the girls were already seated at a table in the corner of the back room waiting for me. My cab driver had insisted on driving down Houston with intentions of getting a higher fare and got stuck in traffic. I sat with my back to the room under a glass ceiling that reminded me of a greenhouse. The four of us, Pauline, Agnes, Kaitlin, and I caught up and drank wine from oversized glasses. I hadn't seen Pauline in almost a year. I think she and Agnes had been living in Hawaii prior to this point and were finally back in New York, but not for long. I hadn't seen Kaitlin since August. For dinner I ordered a squash and kale salad that I still think about to this day. After dinner we walked around SoHo, briefly stopping at the Spring Street Lounge before I suggested that we head over the The Bowery Hotel for a drink, one of my favorite places at the time. It feels sort of like being in Sherlock Holmes' living room, except trendier, or at least it did almost two years ago. I haven't been back since. On our way, we walked past the place with blue lights (Bowery Electric) that we had been drawn to the last time the three of us were out together a year prior, but that is a story for another day.
Our evening at the Bowery began at the bar in the back of the lobby. A short young man with dark hair who had too much to drink for the early hour introduced himself to Pauline as Maurice. He told us his story of being in town for a party and bought drinks for my friends. Trying to shake our new acquaintance, we moved towards the back of the room where two armchairs had opened up. Kaitlin and Pauline sank into the chairs against the wall, facing the bar. Before Maurice left he wrote his number and address down on a wet napkin and slid it onto small table next to Pauline's drink where it remained for someone else to discover or throw away.
I peeked through the window in the door and caught the eye of a security guard. He came over and opened the door with a concerned look on his face. We weren't supposed to come up this way, the door was on the other side of the building. Kaitlin quickly told him that our friend Emma was inside and told us to come up but the elevator wasn't working and we thought the stairs would be easier. He held the door open for us and advised that next time we should use the proper door. Sure, we agreed and continued inside to explore the space. The room was large and dimly lit with two bars and an outdoor area. Inviting couches and armchairs were arranged around the room and a giant painting of a Ukulele blanketed the wall next to one of the bars. It was similar in decor to the lobby, but had a very different feel. We called Pauline to let her know that her and Agnes should come up and that the proper entrance could be accessed somewhere outside. They asked around downstairs to find out where this outside entrance was and eventually found it, but getting in was no simple task.
The man at the door asked for a password. Already frustrated with her too small shoes, Pauline began to shout at the doorman that her friends were already inside and she didn't know anything about a password being needed to enter.* A popular story, the man at the door did not believe her. He advised that either Kaitlin and I would have to come down and get them or tell them the password so they could get in. Agnes called to ask if we knew it. A password? This was the first we were hearing of it. We were afraid that if we left we wouldn't be able to get back in. After all, we did come up through the stairwell and had previously been unaware that it was a private party. To further complicate things, we had absolutely no idea where the door was. We approached two girls seated on a white leather sofa and explained that we were here for this party and our friends who were meeting us were stuck outside being hounded for a password that we didn't know. "Oh how disgusting of the doorman!" They were outraged. "The password must be hounds and horses... wait, no. That doesn't sound right." The first girl shook her head. The second girl laughed and said, "it's horses and hounds!" We thanked the girls and called Agnes back to tell them. Pauline answered but couldn't hear us over the crowd.* The music had gotten louder as the party was now in full swing. All she could make out was that it started with an "h" and included the word "and", so she began to guess at the password. This resulted in Pauline shouting "Hootie and the Blowfish" at the doorman over and over. By this point, he was obviously annoyed with the situation. After having been shouted at for at least half an hour, he decided that whatever Pauline said next would be deemed "close enough" with the excuse of the loud party. "Hootie and the Blowfish" she shouted, "that's what they said!" "Fine", he said, "just go in". And so we met them at the top of the staircase next to the giant painting of a ukulele.
A little research revealed that we had attended a party for Armory Arts Week - Global Ukulele Day. That would explain the giant painting of a ukulele on the wall between the bar and the entryway staircase. We wandered around the party for a long time without knowing what we were supposed to be celebrating. For at least half of the night we were under the impression that it was a party for the New York Times after meeting a man who worked there in the crowd. We even had our picture taken by a photographer from Guest of a Guest.
*One. It is never a good idea to start shouting at a doorman. It (usually) will not get you anywhere but removed from the venue.
*Two. Reflecting on this situation, texting the password would have made much more sense..
Saturday, January 19
A few weeks ago JD and I took a trip to Heckscher State Park for an afternoon
where we walked along the empty beach, watched the sun set over the bay
and the deer roaming along the park roads. It's a beautiful place to wander around.
I'm sure that it's lovelier in the spring when everything is in bloom, but I
personally prefer the winter colors. The great range of browns against a clear
blue sky. We also got to play with the new creative lighting setup that JD
got me for Christmas. We are very excited about it!
Thursday, January 17
Shirt: Gap | Pants: Vince | Handbag: Chloe | Boots: Matt Bernson |
You'd never guess that this girl just got back from the beach, would you?
I wore this outfit on a recent Saturday excursion to Heckscher State Park.
My goal was to stay as warm as possible. It has definitely been interesting readjusting
to New York weather, what with the constant ups and downs. The weather reports
just sound ridiculous. "Today it will be below freezing and snowing, tomorrow,
highs in the low sixties..." Anyway, I wore my favorite winter boots. They have a
shearling lining so they're warm even at freezing temperatures and
they're very comfortable to walk around in all day.
they're very comfortable to walk around in all day.
I hope you're enjoying the week, it's been a long one over here.
I'm personally thrilled that tomorrow is Friday!
Wednesday, January 16
Don't you just love a good winter sale? Above are some of the items I've had my eye on in recent days.
1. I love this crystal necklace from J. Crew. I could plan entire outfits around it! It also just happens to be on sale so I may just have to scoop it up.
2. I spotted this sweater on sale in Madewell last week. While it's no longer available online, in store it was an additional 30% off. I usually find that (at least at the Madewell closest to me) items go on sale pretty quickly and usually have an additional sale on top. So if you have a store by you, it's probably good to check out what they have before ordering online. Just a tip. :)
3. This sweet floral printed scarf, also from Madewell, though not on sale (yet!). The pretty pattern makes me wish for Spring, despite winter having only just begun. I'm sure colder days are on their way.
4. These western inspired ankle boots are just too cute, and they're also on sale!
5. I have been dreaming of this Maje dress since I saw it in the shop back in September. I just love the drop-waist with the fitted skirt. Plus, it's on sale in store this week for a third of the original price!
Tuesday, January 15
Would you believe that this smooth as glass water has some of the largest
waves on the island? This is one of those beaches that people come from all
over to surf. Every time I've ever visited Cane, it has looked like this,
peaceful, serene. A perfect palm tree lined crescent of white sand.
It's also the home of Stanley's, the place Jimmy Buffet wrote Cheeseburger In
Paradise about. Their cheeseburgers always are delicious.
Sadly, cruise ship culture has changed Cane Garden Bay in a way that has
become much more noticeable. Over the years as cruise ships have made Tortola
a stop along their journeys', beaches that had previously been populated by a
crowd of people staying on the island, or a boat nearby, have become tourist traps.
The little shops set up on the beach now remain closed unless there is a boat in town.
And if there is a boat in town, you certainly don't want to be at one of the tour beaches.
Unless of course you want to feel like a sardine while having sand kicked on your
blanket and paying triple the price for just about everything, just for the cruisers.
Monday, January 14
Top: Old Navy | Skirt: Topshop | Sandals: Aldo |
Bracelet: Anne Taylor | Necklace: Stella & Dot
It's not very surprising that I got very few photos of the outfits I wore in Tortola.
Being constantly coated in sunscreen and bug spray isn't exactly ideal.
I wore this outfit to dinner at one of my favorite restaurants on the island,
The Clubhouse at Frenchman's Cay. Not only is the food delicious, but it it arrives
at your table much quicker than standard "island time", which can take up to four hours
at some places. Yes, really. Those are usually the dinners where things get interesting.
Plus, you have such a lovely view of the moon over the water.