This weekend, I traversed under the East River to Greenpoint, Brooklyn for the Design Sponge moving sale. To get to Greenpoint required either transferring TWICE (umm, no) or walking 25 minutes (yes). With the sun shining and a cool breeze to accompany me, the walk proved quick and pleasant.
Greenpoint was a delight. It was so quiet and the streets so tree-lined and shady. The moving sale was in one of those industrial buildings where bloggers and start ups rent space–and it was so Brooklyn.
I love that green door. And the view from the (dirty) windows was pretty spectacular–can you spot Manhattan? I saw a lot of vintage-style bicycles. And a lot of very attractive, well-styled people.
After the sale, I took myself out for a late breakfast at a quiet (the word of the day) restaurant. I did some stellar people watching. It was a lovely little adventure.
It has been almost a week since my last blog post (gasp) and I really have no reason other than lack of inspiration and general laziness. I’m sorry!
Anyway, this weekend, Jenny, Kate and I ventured to Brooklyn (and it really is a venture these days with my ever increasing claustrophobia on the subway) where we had brunch on a rooftop overlooking the waterfront. The sun was shining and there was cool breeze–it was pretty great. And let me just say–Saturday brunch is under-rated. There is no wait, the restaurants are not packed AND when you’re finished, you still have the whole weekend ahead of you.
After brunch, we walked to the Brooklyn Bridge and I got lost trying to find the subway and had to ask for directions. My little iPhone 4 is just on its last legs and trying to use the map function is TORTURE in a busy place.
I also hauled a box of furniture parts up the many flights of stairs to my apartment (after letting the box sit by my mailbox for two days in the vain hope that someone else would bring it upstairs). Sigh. Then I struggled to put together my new shelf–but the end result was worth it. After 2 1/2 years, my DVDs are finally out of the off-brand rubbermaid container they were moved in.
And finally, yesterday, I wore a skirt WITHOUT TIGHTS for the first time, exposing my pale, practically translucent legs to the world. Sorry World.
Well, the sun shone brightly this weekend. I went up to the suburbs–not the real suburbs, just the block at 100th and Columbus that has a Whole Foods, Michaels, TJ Maxx and Homegoods all in one block. I made exciting purchases like a new shower matte and a basket. Yes, life in New York is full of excitement. But, I also went out to Queens to enjoy some punch and conversation with old friends from DePauw (some were visiting from out of town) and that was a lovely treat. On Sunday, I skipped church (gasp–although I did go on Wednesday) to meet another group of friends in Brooklyn for a yummy brunch and then some Cobble Hill shopping. I bought letterpress cards. Duh.
A funny thing happened–but not on the way to the forum. On Saturday night, some friends from work and I threw a little party for another work friend who recently got engaged. We had Champagne Punch (delicious) on a lovely terrace. Then we went down to the West Village. And this is where the funny thing happened.
We walked into a bar. And there was not a single man in the bar aside from the two male bartenders. It was not lesbian night. ONLY IN NEW YORK would this happen.
Also, this weekend, I hung out in Brooklyn. And I saw what I want for my birthday.