No, we did not stage that. She just did it!
Despite being caught in a dangerous snowstorm in the Adirondacks (no snow tires anymore!), the weather in NYC was mostly great. It was the height of spring, with all trees blossoming, tulips and daffodils, magnolias, and a warm breeze (no really, it was 28 degrees on Easter Sunday)! I know the season is late for them too, because spring was pretty much at the same stage last year when we went for Easter -three weeks earlier. But it certainly beat our own current stage of spring. How can there be such a huge difference between the two towns, in only 550 km? I've always wondered.
We bumped into Iron Chef Bobby Flay, walking up 9th Avenue with his wife, his hands full of groceries, probably coming from the Chelsea Market (where we were ourselves headed). Then, we saw Ethan Hawke (again) on 22nd St. in Chelsea. He was wearing a Gatorade baseball cap and was probably coming back from a run or other form of exercise by the Hudson River.
LP played on the Big Piano in FAO Schwartz, we shopped in Soho and walked around the Village, had the-pizza-that's-closest-to-what-you-would-find-in-Napoli in Eataly... We strolled in Central Park and M offered me the following apron from Anthropologie. You have no idea how much I love wearing it to cook now. I kind of wish I could wear it out, too.
And on Monday we had the most delightful lunch with one of my favorite blog friends, the fabulous and immensely nice Dawn from The Alternative Wife. I was so happy to finally meet her! She's my ultimate New York fashionista, and her blog is always a style inspiration. Look at how gorgeous she is on that picture! Please don't mind the washed out, pasty white, deep dark circled chick standing besides her.