I’m having a lovely morning. The fam gave me a day pass and I’m enjoying a Sunday morning in Manhattan. I tripped upon this sweet little coffee shop La Colombe Torrefaction. I’m enjoying a double espresso and chocolate croissant. However when I asked where the restroom is they said it wasn’t for customers. I exclaimed “a coffee shop without a bathroom?”. The guy said, “this is New York”. What does that even mean? I’m a born and bred New Yorker. People in New York certainly use the bathroom after drinking coffee? Unless I missed something. Their website says the coffee and customers come first. They should also add “but not if you need to use the bathroom”. Gah.
I thought I was the only one that flipped through catalogs and made up imaginary conversations/life events/situations with the models frolicking through the pages. Apparently, I’m not.
I LOVE doing this with the Athleta catalog.
I’m so gloriously aligned after the yoga class I just took. I’ll just slip into my Sochi Sweater Dress and meet my girls for a tea. Life is good, I’m smiling, and I’m carrying a blue mug.
I went backstage and got to see real life Rocekettes. I also got to meet a camel.
I went apple picking.
I liked 400 pages about pugs.
I liked Tory Burch shoes.
Sawyer discovered yoga.
Sydney does a talent show.
I lost my shoe running for a train.
I drank at the Gansevoort.
I turned 35.
I updated my profile picture.
I took a nice picture of my niece and nephew with Sydney and Sawyer.
Was this a year well lived? You betcha.