


A knitting tragic with more wool than time, plus crochet and of course great shoes. Plus other random stuff from time to time...
Served while still a little warm, with cream - it was delicious! My brother and sister-in-law both had seconds!
PS - anonymous, the handbag is from Loewe.
I must have looked in every bag shop I walked past. I was toying with the idea of an orange handbag (I really am getting into the orange lately) but then when I saw this one I knew. It was the one. And it is surprisingly roomy (fits my change purse, wallet, phone, mini filofax, powder, humungous sunglasses, tiny umbrella and my latest sock-in-progress. And the leather - it is like buttah! Soooooo soft. I could pat and stroke it all day.
Back to regular programming next week - I promise there will be knitting shown off!!
I almost walked right past the store (it was about 5pm at the time and so quite dark) - I'm not sure what I expected - flashing lights and neon signs announcing "This is shoe heaven" or something. There were some relatively ugly pale blue suede/sheepskin boots in the window (I think). But walking in - as they say, it was like being a kid in a candy store. Shoes everywhere. Rows and rows. Lots of sale shoes (not so many left in my size).
So husby settled himself into a comfortable chair while I walked up and down, looking at everything at least twice before deciding which to try on. I had worn my special handmade socks that day (and somewhat unfortunately, they had dyed the soles of my feet red...which has never happened before with them). But no trouble.
I pretty much knew these were the "one" when I put them on. But I had another walk up and down the store just to be sure. And what really struck me was how comfortable they were. We'd been walking around NY all day and I have flat feet, so they get sore quite easily. But walking in these shoes was a dream. They really are a well-made, fantastically balanced shoe. The heel is so thin but it feels as secure as a wedge. And so classic. (Can you tell how much I love them!!) (And look how well my Hawaii pedicure has held up, and the tan, the Hawaii tan!!) Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
Love the proper ballerina square toe cap thingy. Clearly, also, I love how they are red inside and out!
Jacqui asked for shoe store stories (heh, say that 10 times in a row without taking a breath).
For me, in New York, it was pretty much designer shoes all the way. I don't buy these shoes in my "normal" life (unless they are on sale ...and even then not all the time). But for some reason, the money you spend while on holiday is not worth the same amount as if you spent it when at home - you are free and have no responsibilities - what mortgage? what renovations? what food/electricity/gas etc?
So of course I had to go to Manolo Blahnik - you can't go to New York and not go to Manolo (31 W 54th St)! And Christian Louboutin and Jimmy Choo (both on Madison Ave), and the shoe departments of Barneys, Saks 5th Avenue and Bergdorf Goodman (all on 5th Ave) (in my opinion, Bergdorfs had the best range). I also looked at Macy's and Bloomingdales and Neiman Marcus (but NM was in Hawaii, I didn't get there in NY). I scoped them all out before I went back in for the kill. Mum takes great delight in this story: I had black patent shoes (mary janes I'd say) when I was little. When I was being toilet-trained, to be precise. Apparently the only time I wet myself I was wearing the patent mary janes and I was so upset that they got wet. I never did it again. Clearly the beginning of my shoe fetish!
Check back every day this week for the next installments...
We got off to a bit of a late start this day (in fact, that happened most days - jet lag was a real killer the first week in NY - woke up every morning at 4am and when finally got back to sleep about an hour later, slept til 9.30am).
The late start meant we missed getting to Ellis Island, which was a shame as it sounded really interesting. But after we managed to clear the two separate security checks - one to get on the ferry to go to Liberty Island, the other to go inside the statue pedestal, we wandered around the statue, braved the cold, climbed up inside the pedestal (you can't go in the actual statue anymore) and took eleventyhundred pictures.
I even got some knitting in on the ferry on the way back to Battery Park (oh, and most days I knitted on the train too - one of the benefits of staying on the upper west side - longer train trips everywhere!!)
And perhaps the best photo to finish with:
Waikiki Beach, 8am - from our deckchairs on our "private" beach (hee!) Hawaii was just wonderful after NY - while we loved NY, Hawaii was a great change of pace and a good way to relax before coming back home. Also the stopover means the jet lag on the way home is not nearly as bad - only a 3 hour time difference (oh, and a whole day, but you can't win 'em all!!).
The first few days were unnaturally windy (so the locals said) but once the wind died down, it was gorgeous - about 24-36degC, perfect beach weather. I even have the makings of a little tan (obtained very carefully with liberal use of 30+ sunscreen and beach umbrellas!). I find it amazing to see the number of people, mainly retirees by the looks, who could just lie on the beach all day without any shade or apparently any sunscreen! Of course, their skin was like mahogany...very wrinkly mahogany. I'd just get too hot!
We stayed right on Waikiki Beach. It is a lot like the Gold Coast (as people told us it would be) - but since we pretty much just beached it every day, we didn't mind one bit. I didn't brave knitting on the beach - I only had bamboo sticks and they felt a bit stickier than normal perhaps due to the humidity, but I did see two other ladies, on different days, knitting away - one by the pool, the other on the beach - weeeeeeeeeeee!
Our typical day - breakfast (sometimes on the beach), beach/poolside sunbathing, swimming in ocean (so calm, just the way I like it!), lunch by pool/beach, more swimming, perhaps a cocktail, change, wander the shops, have dinner, bit of telly and knitting. Delicious! But I can't believe I have to wait about 3 months before I can see "new" episodes of Grey's Anatomy!!
Best end this long post. I promise kniting content next week - including, of course, a review of the yarn stores visited in NY. Oh yes, there was yarn shopping. There was much yarn shopping...