I’ve kept mum because I’ve been too busy dashing through the heat.
But since everyone I love keeps asking, I’m really tight on time and between continents (yes, again!); in an attempted nutshell-
Chairs(moan). It was near impossible to walk into a store and leave with a chair. I went to 3 thrift stores, gave up, walked into Design Within Reach, ABC Home, West Elm, walked out- chair-less.
Store policy often meant having to call furniture in and arranging delivery.
- Design Within Reach, 903 Broadway, West Elm 112 W18th Street, ABC Carpet and Home 888 Broadway
But as I’m traipsing across oceans and not around to receive things, I need to haul loot home.
- carpet from Pottery Barn, 104 7th Avenue
While hanging my shower curtain, one thought struck me. It really helps to be fit and flexible in body and mind, to move (homes, jobs, relationships, life).
I’ve lost quite a bit of range since breaking my arm.
I’m trying to do what I still can, better, and often that means moving in a different way.
- shower curtain at Bed, Bath & Beyond, 620 Avenue of the Americas
Vintage! How do I love thee, let me count the ways…
- Pippin Vintage, 112 W17th Street
Every new space becomes home when grounded with something that prompts memory of the first home- my grandmother scooping rice, the plates, stacked high.
- Pearl River http://pearl river.com
to the Noguchi museum, 9-01 33rd Road, Queens, an oasis of perfect calm,
for God did say, Let there be light.
(He didn’t however say anything about assembling.)
- Sunrise Mart, 4 Stuyvesant Street, a terrific Japanese grocery store tucked away in the East Village.
I could then start putting my kitchen together.
- H Mart, 38 W32nd Street
I’m unfamiliar with Korean culture. For those with kimchi cravings, this store was impressive.
Moving, unpacking, moving, unpacking.
On the day of departure, I purchased a sleeping bag, arranged measurements for curtains,
had air-conditioning installed.
- Jonathan Berkson, Super Cool New York, 929-400-7665
At 5pm, I took a cold shower to wash off the subway ride.
Then I finally sat down an hour before boarding, to imbibe.
(Dear God, I hope I never lose my Kris Flyer status. Thank you, Amen.)