Winter break is always a wonderful period where I have no sense of time and I can make as many trips to the Discount Mart as I desire (I will save my many Discount Mart escapades for a whole other post to come soon in the New Year.) Part of this eschewed sense of time, though, is due to the fact that everyone tends to leave their holiday decorations up till past New Year’s. This year in particular, I didn’t realize New Year’s Eve had arrived until about 12 o’ clock today when I suddenly figured that maybe I should make some plans. But I already saw the movie New Year’s Eve so I know how all of our nights are going to end anyway MUAHAHAH. Basically, if you’re an old woman, I suggest standing alone in Times Square tonight so that Zac Efron will come and kiss you at midnight. If you’re a wannabe back-up singer, get ready to take the stage tonight in place of Jenson aka Bon Jovi (I still can’t figure out why Bon Jovi had the lead role in this movie.) Also, everyone just stay away from elevators. By the time that this posts though, you’ll have already figured this one out on your own.
Today was also just such a splendid ending to the year. I had brunch at Sant Ambroeus over on West 4th in The Village, where if you sit outside you can see tourists lined up to take pictures where they filmed Carrie Bradshaw’s brownstone for Sex in the City. I had apple cinnamon pancakes with honey syrup and let me just tell you they were some of the best pancakes I’ve ever had. The second they arrived at our table, the entire room was redolent with apple cinnamon-y goodness. If I had my own perfume I would want it to smell like that. While I was having this scrumptious meal, my mom spotted my musical icon, Lou Reed who was sitting directly right in front of us!!!
Me drinking Sant Ambroeus' Jasmine Phoenix Pearl tea, which tasted just as exciting as its name suggests.
Sant Ambroeus; 259 West 4th Street, New York, NY; 212-604-9254.
After doing some essential cookware shopping and being more than mildly starstruck by Lou Reed, my family and I went to Monk Thrift Shop (which, despite its name is really technically a vintage/ high-end thrift store.) Nestled right off of 8th street, it’s a wonder that Monk has managed to stay relatively undiscovered over the years. The first thing I notice when walking into Monk is the intense incense smell, which wafts all the way up to the clever ceiling fixtures—that is, the entire ceiling decoupaged in old records for sale. Below the records are racks and racks of clothes that include candy-colored sock hop vibin’ cashmere sweaters—the same racks where today I found a collared sweater for $30 with embroidered ice skaters all over it. There are also lots of cute hand-drawn signs all around the store that add to the fun, kitschy vibe. Although it’s on the pricier side for thrift, one of these signs mention getting 25% off when you donate, which sounds good to me!!
A Safari Mickey Mouse backpack, you now know you need.
Is a safe way to judge if a thrift store is legit by whether or not they have , had, or ever will have Troll merchandise?
Monk Thrift Shop; 175 MacDougal Street, New York, NY; 212-533-0553.
And, now, a series of photos where my hands look really awkward…
American Apparel skirt and striped shirt, velvet turtleneck leotard from Etsy, telephone barrette clip
I will leave you with this list of Selfish Things I Want in the New Year:
- To continue to do lots of art. (Finish my sketchbook. Start a new one.)
- Emit sorry from my vocabulary unless it’s really warranted for an apology or something.
- Write for Rookie Magazine
- Be recognized for my blog
- Do more fabulous crafty projects
- Finally display a teen angst art show at school
- Wear my beret out of the house more often
- Go to a drive-in movie
- Find a boy who appreciates my breadth of knowledge on Pop Art and Portlandia
- Start my band: The Teenage Mutant Turtlenecks
- Learn how to dye my own hair
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