I came here a girl with big dreams and plans.
And I now sit here with the biggest heart, feeling grateful for the experiences I've been able to have here. I have grown up here.
My long time Brooklyn friend told me she and her husband are trying to collect some books about New York. I thought that was such a great idea! I got one for Danny while bustling around SoHo in our last days before Christmas. We ducked into a charming bookstore on Prince Street (McNally Jackson). Danny was in the restroom in the bookstore, I was playing Santa in the New York book section. And to my delight, I came across the sweetest little gem, New York Finger Paintings. I love this book. I just want to keep looking at it. It's filled with places I know & places that make up this life that I love. I feel I've seen every detail of this book with my own eyes.
Presenting... New York Finger Paintings by Jorge Colombo.
(HIGHLY recommended for a Valentine's Day gift!)
I've had some of the best moments in taxi cabs. I don't take them often...
-Only if I was hauling our HARVEY Fall or Spring collection to meet a buyer (in the rain, feeling like my arms were going to give out from hauling so many clothes. TRUST ME when I say that owning a fashion line in New York is not all glam!! haha :) :)
-or if I was driving home from JFK, feeling so happy to return back to New York (& anxious to get off the BQE with a crazy driver behind the wheel!)
-or if I was on a date, feeling glamorous & driving through the city, feeling spoiled that someone else would be paying (strange to have a date pay for everything when you're used to being married & forking out from your combined income. But, well, it was quite wonderful to meet so many gentlemen who had jobs! I decided to be comfortable with them treating me and to just enjoy it & be very grateful!)
-or if there was an EARTHQUAKE! (yep, I hopped in a cab the moment after running my heart down 44 flights of skyscraper, after feeling quite a rumble while sitting at my desk. The thing is, you don't think "earthquake" in New York if something rumbles, you think "bomb". Regardless, I had a nice cozy ride home to Brooklyn after my first earthquake. I guess earthquakes and skyscrapers are not my thing.
-or if there was a 3 day Subway Strike (like in 2005). New Yorkers all just crammed into cabs to get to work. It was kind of awesomely communal. I wondered why we don't share cabs more often.
-or if I was taking a late night car from Midtown to Brooklyn after work (late night being 9:00, 9:30, 10:00 pm+?). Oh, how I couldn't wait to get home....tunnel please! (Luckily, in New York most companies foot the bill for late night cars & tolls!)
-and then there was that cab ride that you might remember.
I also think of some great conversations with drivers from all over the world...
good bosses, bad bosses, going after your dreams, living in America, future parenting advice, making changes in your life, who will win the election?, best infertility herbs from India, a healer cousin in Africa, have you heard of the Mormons? Haha (a mormon.org ad is on the top of your car!), would you please slow down on the FDR?, thank you for getting me home safe, "You're a good wife" (after he hears me talk on the phone to my husband).
And I think of the drivers that waited for me to get into my building safe late at night, as I fumbled for keys. And I think of some stinky drivers, too. :)
Oh, the money I have spent at parking garages in NYC. You see, in the early days, my Rover was the delivery truck of HARVEY FAIRCLOTH. But the garment district is a "No Standing Zone". That means you can't stop or a cop will be on your butt in two seconds. Oh, the crazy moments we had loading up fabric & racks of clothes with interns as fast as we could before the cops could get us.
Sal's. Or at Grimaldi's, Patsy's, Smiling Pizza, Anthony's, Guisappina's (one of our favorites), Di Fara's, or Spumoni Gardens. Oh, the memories. Sitting by the waters edge eating a "pie" under the Brooklyn Bridge with friends. Tailgating across from the Statue of Liberty. Or sitting in church and having one of my young women (who came to church alone her entire life & traveled 1 1/2 hours to get there) walk into class carrying a pie from the pizzeria next door. :) [Girl, you know who you are & I love you!] Well, there is nothing quite like New York pizza. In Paris, people tote baguettes. In New York, people walk with a steaming hot pizza box. And everyone within sight is jealous.
Do any of these pictures invoke some memories for you?
More to come.
Have a wonderful day. And go have some pizza for me :)