big sigh of relief. today has been much better, a combination of a big bout of retail therapy and finding some room to breath. a bit of open space. a lot less people. no tourists. long walks in the fresh (cold) air. there was a snow storm scheduled for today. it was cold when i left home all rugged up in the hand knits, and i crossed 6th avenue and stopped for a minute to look at this line of police cars. none of them the one i want. sigh.
so i kept walking, just a little ways east to washington square park. it was almost deserted, with the cold wind howling through. no one playing chess
no water in the fountain
even the dogs were wearing little coats
i stopped long enough to admire the gorgeous ‘Henry James row houses’ (he is my favourite american writer and some of his novels were set around here)
and then scurried down sullivan street to third rail coffee. my research told me they were good, and my research was correct. i had two coffees and a zucchini, mango and coconut muffin, watching the NYU hipsters come and go while i read the New Yorker, as you do
that is a kate spade handbag by the way. want. i felt like things had returned to normal in finding this place, good coffee, hipster barista, no one rushing, people reading books. i smiled. then i set off on foot along bleeker st and then down lafayette to prince st
and this most excellent of bookshops
i do love a bookshop with tables and chairs,
and an excellent philosophy section. i sat here for a while and tried to decide which lacan to buy, i couldnt really afford, nor wanted to carry, all three of them home.
i decided on seminar book XI: the four fundamental concepts of psychoanalysis, plus two foucaults, one zizek and butler, laclau and zizek’s ‘contingency hegemony universality‘. again, all of these would have cost me maybe $150 by internet, more in stores if they are even available at home (which they are not). total here, $78. and you have to love a bookshop that has a display of latour and harroway and uses the word ‘imbrication’. i took a picture just for catherine!
outside, the snow had started. just these little white icy flakes swirling around, melting as soon as they hit your hair. it was cold on broadway
i stopped for coffee before attacking purl soho on broome st.
i am going to get a bit controversial here. i have been to purl 3 times now. i like it. everytime i buy something. and it is really really pretty. but i can categorically state it is NOT new york’s best yarn store. to be honest, i think thats knitty city. KC is messy and chaotic, but its for knitters who knit, not knitters who want to want to LOOK GOOD while knitting. also, purl NEVER have in store what is on their website. i started to stress out about things other people had asked for, and then i just thought oh you know what fuck it. im here for me, not other people. if i can get stuff, great, but im not going to spend time here looking for yarn for other people that we can buy mostly on the internet now anyway. so i got the Loft colours alison had wanted, half of what Fee wanted, some cute fat quarters (yes i am still in quilting denial) some lovely Anzula hand dyed ‘Cloud’ yarn merino/cashmere/nylon and a set of addi click lace needles, because thats what i really wanted. and it made me happy.
i spent about $485 all up (not all for me, not all in this photo). theres something so liberating about spending that kind of money. it made me light headed. then i wandered up greene st towards spring st and what do i happen to find on the corner?
why yes, a camper store. a custom designed one no less. i bought one pair of sensible shoes, not the red platform sandals i also really wanted.
also, hello australians, more retail rip off. these were full price at $140. thats at least half what i’d pay at home. i resisted the temptation to buy two pairs. i already need to buy an extra bag just to get everything home.
then i walked along prince st again to lombardis. yes, all that shopping makes a girl hungry for pizza.
and seriously good pizza, it totally deserves its reputation as new yorks best.
you will be pleased to know at least that i couldnt eat all of it.
then i dropped everything back at the apartment and looked out my bedroom window at the snow which is now just rain
and grabbed my laptop and am at this cute little hipster cafe down the street again. i sat here the other night and listened to live music complete with ukelele.
it was fun. i might go pick up my laundry and come back, or i might try somewhere else for dinner. there is a little place called Home just up the street that looks like it seats about 4 people. it does steak. i like the sound of that. steak. and Home.
i wish i knew where that was. i am quite torn about that. i have thought more than once about just not getting on the plane on friday night. what a strange space i am in right now. i think i might just go play with my new knitting needles for a while.