We just got home from our NYC trip, our first stay in our tiny (realtors say “cozy”) studio in Greenwich Village. We’re happy and wrung out, and my fingers still have that bleach-y fragrance. We love it, it creates good vibes and energy, and good manners for sharing the mini-bathroom.
The only furniture in our studio is a bed and armoire, so there is plenty of home shopping still to do. I have to say, being back in our enormous (1500 square feet!) Florida condo feels relaxing. I don’t have share-able pics of the NYC place yet, although this is how it was “virtually staged” by the seller’s agent:
Thrifting in NYC was mostly confined to picking up dishes, glasses and silverware. I did have time to squeeze in some me-thrifting at the Goodwill on W 14th Street, and found a dreamy pale blue Eileen Fisher sweater, looking never-worn, for $15. While in that shop, Mother Nature called on me in a most insistent way. After 60, when Mother N. calls, you obey. So I asked a salesperson if I might use the restroom.
“Sorry,” she said, “the restrooms are not for customers or walk-ins.” I gave her the best pained expression and said, “Please, it’s rather urgent, and I’m in my 60’s.” She instantly put her hands to her face and said “Oh so sorry, we have to let the elderly use the restroom!” She ran for the key as I contemplated whether this was good or bad news. I’ve gotten used to being called “ma’am” and being offered the Senior Discount, but hadn’t yet been referred to as “elderly.”
I decided to wear it as a badge of honor, and gratefully accepted the kindness. You gotta roll with it, baby.
Stay fabulous and spirited, xox,
Some pretty pieces to browse through, for any age:
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