On, you know, Wednesday. But still.

As happy as I am staying home, in the house, alone, all by myself…it’s good to get out of The Box and go someplace new and different and exciting.

My friends and I had tickets back in March to go to a new thing in New York, called The Edge. It’s the highest outdoor observation in the Western hemisphere, offering 360-degree views through angled clear glass “walls” and a see-through spot in the floor so where you’re standing you seeing straight down below your feet to 100 floors below. But – lockdown back then closed everything up and we’ve been waiting seven months for it to reopen so we could go.

I think this is my first time back in the city proper since then. And while the city is far from desolate, as it was during the height of lockdown, it’s a far cry from normal. Which actually made it a much nicer experience for us traveling in from the Island. No traffic, no crowds, no lines. We even had a little time before going up to The Edge to walk over to The Vessel at Hudson Yards, another recently new “thing?” Exhibit? Feature? Interactive structure? I’m not sure what you call a thing like this. Attraction? Perhaps.

It was a lovely evening. Mild enough for just a light jacket. I got to pull out this jacket I got at the end of last winter but didn’t get to wear for long before it got warm. It’s very thin but that’s usually all I need, especially when doing a lot of walking. I love the Asian vibe (shocker) with the quilted fabric and collarless neckline.

I wore my new cream crewneck from last week’s Trunk Club and I’m really happy with it. It feels so good on, very thin but nicely drapey and swingy. I live for nice heft and drape.

My comfy leopard flats let me walk around all evening (over 6,000 steps, that’s a lot for me) with no pain or discomfort.

The black skinnies have been hanging around for almost six years…which hardly seems possible, but there ya go. They’re the brothers to my beloved Charlotte Russe blue skinny jeans that passed away (aww, ohh) last year due to a ravine-sized tear in the inner thigh.

It was good to be back in the city. New York’s not dead. It’s just resting.

What I’m Wearing

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