Day two of togetherness with Mom and dear friend Janet.
My stomach hurts.
And I know just why.
Two days straight of nonstop, sidesplitting, laugh out loud, girls giggling.
Sun up to sun down.
Isn’t that just the BEST time spent?
Downtown, Soho, LES, Chelsea, Midtown…
Who am I kidding – I avoid Midtown.
Also two of the most valued and trusted opinions in the world – especially regarding design, trends, antiques, and stocking the shop.
They once flew out just to help me on a crazy busy weekend of events, all the way from from Connecticut.
I remember it was serious sheer torture, for several days.
Just thinking about it, how in the world does Janet even still speak to me?
To demonstrate their prowess in just one of a million ways, here is a major score Mom, aka the Bloodhound, hit for me this morning.
She’s the ultimate forager.
She can source anything right before your eyes.
Case in point, mere mortals pass right by stall after stall, seeing only "junk".
Mom, no.
She strolls out of said booth with armloads of the most coveted, valuable and cherished collectible you have ever seen, and could only have dreamed to find.
Like dainty, delicate vintage game pieces, in bright, beautiful colors with fancy french mat borders.
She bought every single one for me.
That’s love.
And trend forward thinking.
We plan to use them as placecards, cheese markers, favor tags, and more.
Merci beaucoup Mama.
