I am funny about a few things. Maybe more than a few, but two that I can definitely attest to being both very into and very particular about colors and pillows. So part one of my story came today when I went to have a manicure during a lull in our day. My parents and grandparents took my daughter to see “Frozen” for the second time
(side note: my dad is texting me from the theatre. It reads: I am howling. No recognition she is in the theatre. Play acting and singing up and down the whole aisle.” It’s in her blood.)
In any case, my sister can attest to the fact that I am the most frustrating person in the world to go with to the nail salon; I perseverate over color choices like it’s a matter of national security. So you can imagine the lengths it took me to get here:
In any case, I have some history at this salon; at 20 weeks pregnant there I met the sweetest girl who was having her nails done for the gender reveal party she would be having the following weekend at her hometown in New Jersey. We were due on the very same day. her little gem came a bit early and is a beautiful girl, but it was special to connect then, and I was lucky enough to see her again today, as her store is right down the block from the nail salon. I sought refuge from the sleet as I waited for my husband to pick me up in Sheridan Square, an incredibly chic boutique with really interesting and unique clothing and home wares.
I saw this pillow and I was like, “Um, hi, again, we’re meant to be.”
And they couldn’t have been sweeter and I gushed over their little peanut and we are planning a baby playdate for next month.
*Though it’s not the best photo, ring credit must go to my homeboy Marc, owner of M. Weinberg and Co. jewelry. He did the most gorgeous resetting of my engagement ring and is the nicest guy on earth. So while we’re giving shout outs, he deserves one as well. Call him. Trust me.
Now I have to stop typing. Wouldn’t want to chip a nail.