On Saturday we met a few of our friends at the park for what theoretically sounded like a great idea: an Easter Egg Hunt.
This photo should give you a general idea of approximately how well our son received the idea of charging across a lawn accompanied by a throng of shrieking children who must get ALL THE EGGS.
On Saturday, I decided to ignore the fact that a blizzard was on the way and dress up like I was headed to a picnic in the park.
I was heading into the city for a baby shower for one of my oldest and dearest friends, Thomasin, and for these kinds of events I usually like to wear pretty, floaty dresses...but, like I said: blizzard. And then I realized that I was about to board a train headed to Grand Central Station at 11AM on the day of the St. Patrick's Day Parade, and that the chances that I would be surrounded by more drunk teenagers than I'd ever seen before in my life was one hundred percent.
And so I decided to go for an outfit that made me feel totally elegant and chic and feminine, but that also involved pants. What I wore: a Gypsy05 sweater (previously seen here) paired with silk pajama-style pants from T.J. Maxx, CC Corso Como nude pumps, and a mint-green Botkier purse.
Not that silk pants and heels make a ton of sense in a blizzard either, but hey: we know I'm not someone who's particularly prone to weather-appropriate sartorial choices in general. Baby steps.
Celebrating mom's birthday with wine, cheese, brownies, and couch-top carousing.
Over the years I've lost a bunch of things that have meant a great deal to me, and while it's never fun to have very personal items go missing...what it's taught me is that it's all just stuff.
In my defense, that was a very large step, and it was very dark.
