Friday’s rockabilly-themed shoot involved a dash through Trash & Vaudeville to try on some Stop Staring dresses.
(The cherry dress pictured above was my favorite. I’ve never worn anything like it – see aforementioned preference for Hefty-bag shaped attire that is slowly morphing into a crush on waist-defining dresses – and have no idea what kind of event I’d wear a skin-tight, cherry-covered dress to…but honestly, this brand is amazing if you like this type of look.)
This is the manager, Jimmy. We got along famously.
Wait until you see what he sold me.
On Friday night, we went to a party for the first time since Indy was born – the engagement party of two of our best friends – and Mama got all tarted up in Rebecca Taylor flowers, curls, and Alexandra Satine clutches.
It was all very exciting until we turned into pumpkins at 11PM, and then discovered that we were exhausted disasters the next day. Still: it felt good to hang with lots of old friends whom we hadn’t seen in awhile, and also completely bizarre to realize that to the college students who came to sing at the party we were total, full-on, jobs-and-kids-and-househunting grown-ups.
It still stuns me once in awhile to realize that we’re not just playing dress-up over here.
Once we got a couple of coffees in us, Saturday turned out to be pretty lovely: we MetroNorth-ed it up the river to see a property so exciting that I can’t even talk about it or show you any pictures yet, because I don’t want to jinx it.
That’s us having brunch at Mint, a new place in Tarrytown. It’s sort of half artisinal-food store/half foodie-heaven restaurant, with some of the nicest servers I have ever met. One of them popped right down with us at the community table to talk about his experiences growing up in Westchester, and to give advice on all the stuff that realtors aren’t allowed to tell us about (like schools; did you know that realtors aren’t allowed to discuss things like that?).
On Sunday, I did some shopping. The amazingness that you see above (from The Children’s Place) may be the best purchase I have ever made ever, in my life. I mean that.
Sunday night, I did a little crafting in preparation for this week’s shoot…
…and ate garlic-sauteed haricots verts.
Good morning!
