Groovin’ In A Convertible…
I just experienced a perfect moment.
Last weekend I spent indulging in retail therapy. I madly purchased designer products.
I spent last Sunday at Jean-Georges Vongerichten’s picturesque 19th century country house.
No Angry Birds on my Virgin America flight last week. BUT, there were gaseous birds who lit up the flight with noxious fumes.
What a show. Not rock ‘n roll, but a talented artist kicking creative butt.
I just bid my mom adieu until the holidays. Taking Metro North back to NYC afforded me some quiet time to reflect. I have never been without my mother.