Let me just say, I borrowed the idea for this list from someone else. I just can't quite remember who started the idea, though it's entirely possible it was the creation of a young woman with a penchant for singing in the hills who ended up marrying the father of the six children she was a nanny for. (Rather scandalous when it's put that way, don't you think?)
Here's a list of some of my favorite things in no particular order:
Ivanka Trump's new line of shoes. Clearly she's a city chick; hot shoes that are affordable, exactly what you want in your closet, and with inserts so you can actually walk in them!
Rachel Platten's debut album, Be Here Now. (Hint: If Sam Cox at BMI ever suggests you go check out an artist. You should.)
Chen Lo and the Liberation Family. I don't know that much about them except to say that they wanted to release an album after touring the world as part of The Rhythm Road, and Kickstarter helped them raise the funds to head into the studio and get to work.
Biking in central park on sunny days (minus tourists)...sorry guys, but you're a traffic hazard.
I was on the train home tonight and as this song played on my iPod, I thought how ironic that the touch points of this song are "Safe. Prosperous. Free." and the push to be audaciously hopeful of the future by a soon-to-be President Obama.
I'm still an Obama advocate. But between this Huffington Post article today, what I can stomach of what's going on in the world, and a reminder of what this administration was born of...I can't say I'm not wondering when we'll come back to the place we started with a boldly inspiring President Obama.
I went to the tailor today, because I realized a dress he had just altered last week was I'm-about-to-pass-out tight. I was just hoping he would fix it without charging me; but to my surprise not only did he fix it in a few hours, but he gave me money back because I didn't like it the first time around.
This tailor is not Best Buy or Sephora, and yet, rather than have me unhappy with the job he did, he wanted to make sure I felt beautiful (and could breathe) in my dress.
So although today's revenue went down as a result of the refund, I will only be taking my alterations to him. And when someone asks for a referral to a great local tailor, you know where I'll be pointing them (don't ask me the name of the place--it's one of those tiny shops on 84th street just off of York on the North side of the street). And I just took time out from my day to alert anyone who stumbles on this blog to the wonders of exemplary customer service from a lovely Greek tailor on the Upper East Side.
A pretty smart way to deal with a pain-in-the-ass customer (me) if I do say so myself!