Aside from the occasional bridesmaid dress, I have attended countless weddings in some form of the same dress for the past 10 years. Just above the knee, nipped in waist and finished with a frill or a flounce or a floral for effect. And honestly, I love those dresses (this one especially). They’re flattering, classic and work well for dancing. But with 5 weddings on the docket this summer I was craving something different. Something that made an entrance, you know? Well, I found it.
If I’m being completely honest, I’ve been in a bit of creative blog slump for the past few weeks. While lots could be to blame (being busy at work, conflicting travel schedule between Adam and I, life in general…) – the result was that I was turning out posts that I felt less than excited about. Which has never been the point of this little space. It’s meant to be a place where you turn for inspiration to get out there and explore your own city (and beyond!) in style. Not a guide for to how to stand in front of a wall and smile… but there it was. Lucky for us all – on Friday I had the day off work (all hail Summer Fridays) and so I picked myself and headed to one of my favorite happy places in the city. The Met’s rooftop. With sweeping views of the city and a glass of rosé in hand, I felt inspired all over again and by the time Adam caught up with me that evening I was brimming with new ideas. A change of view will do that to a girl I guess. So stick around, we’ve got lots coming your way these next few weeks that I’m truly excited to share – starting with today’s post shot on one of my favorite streets in Greenwich Village.
Anyone else ready for Friday?? Since I was traveling last weekend, I’m desperately ready for a few days off to just relax. And laundry. And cleaning. Okay, I’ve got some things to catch up on. Especially since weeknights have quickly filled up with excuses to stay out until sundown. When the weather is this good, I just can’t bear to race home to those pesky chores. I wore this look just last night for a night of rosé sipping in Nolita.
There’s something about this city in the heat of summer that makes everything pulse with energy. Days are longer, nights are later, and everyone is running around everywhere with just an extra ounce of sass. I live for it.
