Hello blogosphere!
Summer has finally arrived here in ye olde New York City. As in years past it seems to appear in the blink of an eye. One rainy Tuesday it hovers around 52 degrees and then, seemingly without warning, the mercury rises to 90 and some change. i complain about it every year, as do most of my NYC brothers and sisters. But let's face it folks. THIS HAPPENS EVERY YEAR! We start to yearn for blossoms, beer gardens and bermuda shorts during those few short tease days in late April. We convince ourselves that this is the mysterious season spring, that so many people speak about. We spend weekend hours productively folding and putting away our winter wardrobes and pulling out the treasures found at last years end of season sales. Kelly green sundress??? What magical elf left you in my storage bin this winter? It is a wondrous and effervescent time. What we do not realize is that those same sundress elves are plotting our demise when they slam us with the scarf, sweater and sun depravation weather. I wore a TURTLE NECK to the farmer's market last weekend. A TURTLE NECK. Mother nature you are a fickle beast and please remind me never to land on your bad side.
Although the temps will dip again, thankfully, in the coming week I do believe I can safely pack up my cashmere and move on to the delights of summer dressing. I grew up in El Paso Texas where it is quite possible to wear sandals 300 days of the year, if not more. I remember having to buy a heavy winter coat when I left home for college. They say the only thing between the North pole and North Texas is a barbed wire fence, and it's down half the time. I was almost prepared for my move to the East Coast oh so many years ago. But is anyone really EVER prepared for the East coast? So, the glee and delight I feel in being able to don a pair of shorts and sandals to go to market this morning is joyous. Of course, in true New Yorker form we are all complaining about the heat. I fear if we are every truly happy and content here in the big city the apple would simply stop turning and the apocalypse might be among us. Gratefully, knowing my fellow apples, we are in very little danger of this happening. We live for being malcontented and grouchy. Ok, maybe that's just me. But I know I'm not alone in this. There is something so unifying about kwetching at the deli about this and that. It's the glue that holds this great city together. That and food delivery, well delivery of any kind really. When that stops I'm officially out of here.
I've rambled enough, I'm off to put on that surprise kelly green dress and head to a fabulous BBQ. Another treat here in the dirty city.....BBQ's! I'll think of you as I'm chopping down on a rib trying not to ruin my new couture!
Stay cool mes amis!
