I never thought I’d be begging, but it’s just gone too far.
Day after day of down parkas, long johns and when the only fashionable thing you’re wearing is your lipstick, it means you might just have to ask.
When a little sun pokes through the chilly gloom, you might just go in search of it because
The City is trying to help in its own way – as the tulips start reaching for the stars, they’ve put bunches of brightly painted branches in the ground to egg them on. But I must walk on. Paint is not the answer (even though it’s the thought that counts, so thanx).
I pass a new Eileen Fisher store on State St and I have to say, “thanks, E! Those are some really Colorful Scarves!” But I need more. I am starved by the grey; hungry for the bloom.
Even shoes, my natural go-to pick-me-up are not as exciting, not as thrilling, although these little numbers made of shoe strings really did help. For a few seconds.
What I need is a punch to the solar plexis!
That’s better! But it’s still indoors and at the end of the day, it’s still feeling a lot like winter.
The kind folks at Macy’s feel our pain this time of year, every year and they throw a floral bash on the first floor of the store. Of course, someone somewhere had to come up with a “theme” and this year, it was Towers of Flowers. I thank you. I think.
No. Really. I thank you! This is about a two foot high triangle of blooms on the side of a tall teepee, living for a few days in the aisle between Yves St. Laurent & Smashbox in the makeup department.
But it isn’t until I drift away from the paint pots and get closer to the purses, that I am lifted up and by god, I almost, just almost break into tears…
Now that’s what I’m talking about. C.O.L.O.R. Got it.