Sure, we’re still dealing with stubborn humidity, surprise thunder storms, and scantily-clad Manhattanites sipping on overpriced fruit smoothies. But don’t worry your little heart. This, too, shall pass.
After pulling soggy bangs away from my eyes (Sweat? Rain? Who knows? Who cares) and throwing out the hot remains of a “Berry Powerful” (Ok… Guilty), I found reassurance on 9th street. I realized my tanlines are gone. Mannequins’ flip flops and crop tops have been swapped with boots and cardigans. The leaves are changing. There’s hope yet.
I come back from my lunch break and Ralph the Fabric Guy rolls up in a cab. He comes bearing gifts– rolls upon rolls of fresh textiles to begin our next collection. Suddenly, I don’t feel so soggy anymore. I make an executive decision to play some Miles Davis and return to my post.
Consider yourselves warned–
There will be plaid.
… And a little lace. Alright, some sequins too.
Oh, and silks that will make you do the Happy Dance in front of our mirrors.
Visit us weekly to see what makes the next cut!
(Spoiler: We have new Super Sheaths in Navy Watch Plaid, and new Debbie Harry’s in black. And rumor has it, an all-new Dustbowl Daughter is in the works.)
We look forward to catching up.
– Arianne Alizio,