People in manhattan, particularly in the neighborhood I reside dress immaculately. On the one hand, it's nice to admire people who look so sharp and beautiful. On the other, it makes me feel like a moppy ball of ugliness. I make a resolution to pour some of my hard-earned money into clothing so that I will feel great walking down the street, but then my practical side takes over and I can not actually pull the trigger. So so sad to live as an unfashionista in one of the more fashionable cities in the world..
On my plate this weekend:
Fri: hit the gym in the morning, go to work
shopping and then dinner @ Suba (tapas) restaurant Friday night
Sat: (option a) make a trip out to Long Beach to visit a friend
(option b) shop till my arms drop
Go out Sat. night, where, no clue? perhaps Turtle Bay.
Sun: make a short trip to the pottery studio and attempt to make usable salt bowl, hit the gym again, and do more shopping. A little cooking somewhere in the weekend and and an hour in a cute coffee shop would be a near perfect weekend, par moi.
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