New York is all it’s cracked up to be. It’s ribbon paradise… food paradise, shopping paradise, broadway paradise, and oh my gosh… flower paradise. Those New Yorkers don’t know how good they’ve got it. (Okay, they probably do.) Ranunculus the size of my fist. Honestly, I’ve never seen such a thing. And pinks that aren’t the color of cotton candy–bless those flower gods! (Or at least the wholesale market gods for sourcing the gems.)
Flowers wouldn’t have survived the trip, although I definitely pondered it. Instead I filled every spare inch of my extra suitcase with lots of pretty ribbon, fabric, and candleholders. Twenty lovely urns are still on their way. I almost lost it on the plane when the flight attendant told me there was no room left in the overhead bins, that I’d have to check my bag. James, only sometimes, not able to remain calm assured her that it was not an option; that it was filled to the brim with glass and quite frankly, not an option. Miraculously they moved some things around and made room. Lesson #1: Don’t mess with a woman packing back NY goods. Lesson #2: Definitely don’t mess with her husband who knows how important to her those goods are.
A small thing, but these peach/pink/blue/gold votives might be my favorite purchase. They’re all a little different and so pretty with a lit candle flickering inside.
Made the trek out to Saipua(!!) in Red Hook, Brooklyn. An interesting journey without a smart phone, map, bus schedule, or cross streets for the cab driver who was from Manhattan and didn’t know where Van Dyke Street was. But all so worth it. The Saipua ladies are lovely and packed me up a goodie bag with some of their fantastic soaps. (Thank you!) I could have oohed and awed all day over their cool space.
(And a huge thank you to Hugh who is the coolest Broadway costume designer I know and best tour guide you could ask for, and who generously let us crash at his place–an extra bedroom in Manhattan–what a novelty!) I already want to go back.