You're shaking my confidence daily...

After a day spent chilling out in Brooklyn, one of my friends and I decided to head back to Manhattan for the day. Chelsea, Meatpacking District and West village were on the agenda. So was a huge pillow fight that we ended up missing out on as it didn't run as long as it was advertised to go to; it's too soon to talk about it. We did however end up taking photos of ourselves with bunny ears and our inflatable pillows we'd bought in union square and I toyed with the idea of pretending we had gone, but even when I tried to carry out the lie theoretically in my mind over drinks with our other two friends I caved, so I guess I can cross becoming a spy off my list of career options.

In any case, we did successfully hang out in the village area almost all day (after requisite 'family breakfast' in Brooklyn). One area that I was really keen on checking out was the Chelsea Market which is an old oreo cookie factory. Only problem is as soon as we got there all my breakfast coffees started to hit and I needed to get myself to a washroom and stat! We looked all over the market and couldn't find one and as the urgency started to mount I exclaimed to my friend that I was just going to go across the street to the starbucks to use the washroom there instead of searching around the now annoyingly large Chelsea market. Well, as I waited over 30 minutes in line at the starbucks across the street I felt like I had the phrase "I'm just going to the starbucks across the street" ringing through my head like that seat belt promotion commercial that goes "I'm just going to the store..." Alas, I somehow managed to survive such a trauma and was given another life lesson on how a lot of my issues are really a matter of perspective because upon re-entry into the Chelsea Market the building which had just seemed to be an annoying labyrinth was full of smiling faces, amazing infrastructure and gigantic take-out lobsters. My friend and I hit up my very first NYC sample sale where I narrowly avoided buying tops and dresses I didn't even like because they were sooooo on sale.

After avoiding buying things on super sale, we made our way out of the Chelsea Market, but not before stopping at an interior flea market type deal where almost all of the vendors made some connection to Brooklyn ('made in Brooklyn,' 'visit our shop in Brooklyn' etc.); we'd come all the way to Chelsea just to head back to Brooklyn it seemed. This is the place that I used the eight ball today. I was eyeing a large plastic bag that has birds all over it and rhinestones (hmmm that not selling it). For some reason I quite liked it, but wasn't sure about the price point - $80 for a used bag. I asked the eight ball and it told me I should get it. I managed to get it for $70 by paying in cash. Walking around the village I got quite a few compliments on my new purchase, but as I left the Chelsea Market it became apparent that the general 'vintage smell' of the area we'd be in was not so general and was more localized than that in that it was emanating from my new purse. I will have to trust the eight ball's wisdom on this one, making it officially my new oracle of Delphi, well not that I ever visited the oracle of Delphi, but you get what I mean, right? On an unrelated note, anyone of tips for getting rid of vintage smell in a purse?

The Purse

Faking it