Checking the daily forecast is not my specialty.
In my defense, I researched the weather for a week before flying to Denver... It was just that NYC's weather for the second leg of the trip went unnoticed.
Sunny and warm Denver days were quickly replaced with the damp, brisk winds of NYC. The warmth of my favorite food truck meal, though, melted my heart for that city all over again: Sammy's Halal Food Truck in Jackson Heights, Queens—I'm in love with their lamb over rice.
Donning my warmest available outfit on our first day of the trip, I now know that my black, breezy, off-the-shoulder jumpsuit isn't conducive to New York spring rains. I added a little bit of an extra layer by tying my handy bandana around my neck, otherwise exposed to the chilly air thanks to my Danie classic: a high pony.
This day saw the death of my dingy white sneakers and the entrance of a new era—pink, sparkly Sperry sneakers with gold laces. There has never existed a more Danie shoe in all the world. My previously unsupported tarsals sang praises over the sneakers' thick soles; I've never been so grateful to see a Nordstrom Rack.
Our first day in the city led us down damp sidewalks and Prospect Park paths to Smorgasburg's diverse vendors. Thankfully, the rain deterred the area's typical crowd, helping us to scour the tents, eat quickly (and deliciously,) and head out for Brooklyn Tabernacle in just enough time. No one worships quite like this church--make the stop if you're ever in town on Sunday.
The rest of the day saw blisters from my brand new shoes (I was sockless and ignorant), world famous pizza at Juliana's, a massive dessert at Serendipity 3, a stop by the Brooklyn Flea, and a bone-chilling (yet beautiful) rooftop ride on MTA's new ferry in the East River.
The second day came through with the best bagel in NYC, a surprise offer to attend filming of Late Night with Seth Meyers at NBC Studios and the drawn out denial toward that offer. In between those two events we stopped by Columbia University (which, like my Denver trip, included a run-in with graduation traffic), had a quick sit in Bryant Park, took a walk down Chelsea's Highline, strolled through a Remembering the 60s exhibit at the New York Public Library, and—my favorite—a hope-filled perusing of The Curated NYC, designer Christian Siriano's store.
That singular building holds a vast majority of my tulle dress dreams, most notably this Cinderella-esque number I'm posed in front of like an eager child. Every nook and cranny, bead and bag, pink carpet and glass container holds some sort of pretty little thing that caused me to drool. While my aim was to run into Christian in some happenstance type manor (which very much did not happen), I did hear a small dog's bark on the roped-off third floor. Obviously this convinces me I was just feet away from one of my favorite designers as he was working his pink, fluffy magic.
And with that, my most recent trip to my favorite city filled me with a heavy dose of contentment. The next day my posse and myself were headed back to Bama to rest before I drove the 7-hour trek to Dallas. Read all about it in my next post!
What city is your New York, that place that makes you feel like your best self?
xoxo,
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