I have had a lovely, rainy Saturday.
I got up and went to the Everleigh Farmers’ Market. Ate delicious things. Got muddy feet. Caught the train to Central. Walked up six graffiti-laden flights of stairs. Went to a great vintage clothing sale. Walked back to Newtown. Tried on clothes in Yoshi Jones (they don’t have the beautiful retro, graphic skirt that I have loved for ages in my size any more… woe is me for missing their sale last week). Browsed multiple bookstores. Looked at the Araki book. Bought fresh produce at Alfalfa House. Crashed briefly. Went back out to Reclaim the Lanes. Got sidetracked. Went and ate pastizzi. Came home and drank ginger beer. Cooked with someone I love. Drank too much red wine. Watched the West Wing. Waved goodbye. Basked in solitude. And now I’m about to curl up on my beautiful red bed and read.
It’s still raining.
A perfect day.