Just when I was coming to terms with the fact that I will never beautify my Scotch Tape roll, and that clutter is just a sign of a busy, happy life (ahem) I have to go and accept an invitation to a cocktail party Chez Novogratz. Or as New Yorkers know it, 400 West Street–that six story reno on the West Side highway with the blue and white garage door, now reduced to a mere $17.5 million. (Snatch it up, ladies!)
Only in New York will people pay millions for an apartment on a highway.
But oh, what an apartment it is. (More)
Not too long ago, I wrote about panhandlers on the subway. A passionate and incredibly thoughtful discussion ensued. (Seriously, read the comments and behold the wisdom of the internet.)
My point of view was that I just can’t help it. Especially around the holidays. I feel like people who need help, need help. And there are times that I am equipped to give help. But something’s changed lately. Something beyond the increasing humidty in the NYC transit system and the ensuing increased grumpiness of NYC transit system passengers.
Lately I’ve been seeing a lot of women walking from car to car, panhandling.
They all have babies in carriers. (More)
Happy Mother’s Day everyone. This one’s for you.
I am mother, hear me yawn
I fell asleep with my bra on
And I woke up with a LEGO in my ear (More)
