September 14, 2014
Today's weather, brisk, crisp, kicky, is the kind that makes me fall even more in love with NYC. Or back in love with it after wanting to break up with it ("It's not me, it's you") for recent bouts of face-mopping humidity. Boots not sandals, socks, real jeans not capris, a jacket and light scarf, and hair that cascades vertically instead of jutting horizontally to make me appear like the scowling love child of Larry Fine, Roseanne Roseannadanna, and Bozo(witz) the Clown. A perfect day for strolling (Prancercising) to the Columbus Avenue farmers market in search of Martin's hard pretzels.