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Clothes to Celebrate In.

By: Jen Shoop

*Image above featuring Celia B.’s festive Flora dress.

Mr. Magpie and I had ourselves a day last week. We hadn’t been out and about in the city in so, so long, and we started our afternoon with tacos and margaritas at Yellow Rose; meandered up through the city on foot with iced coffees from Everyman, taking in Gramercy Park with particular interest and then sitting on a park bench in Madison Square Park; stopped in at Todd Snyder (one of Mr. Magpie’s current favorite menswear shops — we stocked up on some summer finds, including these striped shorts and these linen ones, which serve up major Kevin Costner in the 90s vibes, and were styled so handsomely with a navy cashmere sweater); went up to the top of the Empire State Building (bucket list for me, and blissfully empty thanks to timed tickets); popped down to our favorite aperitivi bar, Pisellino, via the Subway; and then headed back over towards the East side for dinner at Casa Mono, a New York institution. We ended the evening by taking a delicious cab straight up Park before cutting across the 86th Street Transverse to get to our home on the Upper West Side. I detail the route because the ride home was, perhaps strangely, an exclamation point for me at the end of an already delightful day. It’s a peculiar delicacy that I’d nearly forgotten, flying up towards Grand Central when it’s warm out and the air is whipping through the windows. Something about approaching the station, closing in on it, then slowing to round the often strangely untrafficked stretch of Park that curves around it, feels other-worldly to me: I am always electric with self-awareness. This is New York, I think. There’s no place like it.

The day was indulgent on many counts, but we especially savored the feeling of having nowhere we needed to be. I mean — we actually sat on a park bench in intermittent conversation for thirty or forty minutes. No books, no phones, no agenda, no “I need to use the toilet” or “I’m hungry” from small children to impel an early departure. I can’t remember the last time I succumbed to such pleasant, unharried idleness. When we arrived at Bar Pisellino, there was a thirty minute wait, which would, under most circumstances, leave me heaving a sigh and rolling my eyes as I’d fluster through a Plan B or C or D. Instead: “No problem,” we said, and we stood under the shade of a tree and watched the singularly beautiful people of Greenwich Village stroll by wearing designer handbags and cuts of selvedge denim I do not understand.

The day was a celebration. A celebration of a return to some measure of normalcy after fifteen months of pandemic living, of being fully vaccinated, of warm weather, of our favorite food, of this vibrant and nowhere-quite-like-it city we will soon be leaving. We were flooded with alternating waves of nostalgia, excitement, and contentment. I was also reminded of what a joy it is to date my husband, who made me laugh so hard I nearly spit out a mouthful of wine at the dinner table, who is always down to try the strangest thing on the menu, who looks good and knows it (!), and who has this fetching way of letting conversations ebb and flow with graceful accommodation. I would imagine easy conversation a treasure many couples married over a decade enjoy, but he has always been this way: gracious with his attention, with his pauses, with the way his eyes crinkle around the edges in generous anticipation of a punch line. He is the person you want sitting next to you at a dinner party. Lucky me.

The afternoon out also made me excited to trot out all kinds of festive dresses to celebrate — well, everything. The end of our time in New York, the beginning of summer, my imminent 37th birthday, the abatement of this virus. Cheers, cheers, and cheers all the way around. I wore this dress with my Pam Munson tote, an embroidered cardigan (as it was cool in the shade), Hermes Oran sandals, and a pair of Nicola Bathie earrings similar to these, and it was great day-to-night vibe, but the evening left me hungry for even punchier fashion moments in the weekends future, and we have been busy making plans for them. Accordingly, some FUN pieces if you are in a similar state of jubilation:

RAINBOW RUFFLED MAXI

PLAYFUL CELIA B. TOP

NEON PINK ESPADRILLES

BOLDLY BEADED HOOPS

GREAT TOTE IN PINK OR ORANGE

PRETTY MUCH ANYTHING FROM FARM RIO OR BANJANAN, BUT ESPECIALLY THIS, THIS, AND THIS

RAINBOW SANDALS

LEMON EARRINGS

HOT PINK MIDI, OPTION 1 AND HOT PINK MIDI, OPTION 2 (CURRENTLY MARKED DOWN TO $75!)

HESTER BLY DRESS

A PARROT SHAPED CLUTCH!

MISSONI TURBAN — I HAVE ONE OF THESE! SO FUN FOR BEACH…IMAGINE WITH A BRIGHT RED SUIT AND THIS DOEN-LIKE COVER UP

ZIMMERMANN FUN

CULT GAIA MULES

MARNI EARRINGS

RHODE DREAM

I love the ric rac trim on so many of the pieces above…a couple of pieces with this festive detailing in children’s sizes: this J Crew pretty, this fun Gap find, and the cutest shorts.

P.S. A lot of the scores in this roundup of festive red finds would also be great picks!

P.P.S. I really have not stopped thinking about this book since I read it. Just exquisite.

P.P.P.S. Chic storage baskets and recent Amazon finds.

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9 thoughts on “Clothes to Celebrate In.

  1. I adore this post and your day of leisure sounds amazing! I spent last weekend in NYC — it felt like a balm after not being there for so long and all that the city has gone through during COVID — and it was SO MUCH FUN to be out and about. We also dined at Yellow Rose (but for breakfast) and it was so charming and tasty. I love days like that in the city, full of wandering and delicious food … there’s truly nowhere like it on earth. Your description of flying up Park in a cab gave me goosebumps — reminds me of so many similar out-of-body moments I had in my twenties, in cabs, like, “I live HERE?” Magic.

    Now, onto these celebratory dresses! I just “celebrated” my birthday — I put that in quotes because I have a terrible head cold, so I spent most of the day napping 🙁 I’m ready for a do-over, esp. because I didn’t get to wear my saucy red gingham Reformation dress! Love that Rhode printed maxi, too. Going to have to pencil in a special dinner out soon soon soon!

    xx

    1. Yes, you SO get it — “I live here?” magic! So many special parts of Manhattan that bring that out. Also amazing that you ended up at Yellow Rose!!

      xx

  2. Oh, Bar Pisellino! How many times did we wait for a table in sticky heat, frustrated only to catch a glimpse of Rita and Jody jumping on bikes in clogs and chef’s gear and feeling thankful to have been in their presence (and in the restaurants they’ve so lovingly shared with all of us!).

    My husband and I moved to San Francisco after five years in the West Village right before the pandemic.. and your words paint the perfect picture of that final 2019 summer. Magical, tearful, thankful. How lucky we are to have lived there, then!

    Of course, +1000 to these dresses; I may miss the balmy evenings of the east coast most!

    1. I love this, Robyn!! Feeling the same level of tearful gratitude :). It is so moving to see the city back in action after this long quiet period.

      xx

  3. A great book recommendation “Sorrow and Bliss” especially great on Audible , the reader has a delightful British accent!

      1. I immediately put a hold on it from the library…it’s saying it will be ready for me to borrow in 15 weeks. Womp womp. Guess you’re on to something with this book — everyone wants it!

        xx

  4. I told someone the other day that I was in the mood to be looked at after so many months alone inside, so I’m with you on the fun and celebratory dresses! The rise of sidewalk dining has made dressing up to go out to eat even more fun- you really are on display.

    I know the feeling of flying up Park Ave and around Grand Central so well- that whole stretch is such a marvel of urban design. My favorite days of the entire year in NY are Summer Streets during the first three Sundays in August, when they close several miles of Park to all vehicles and I get to run the whole length of it. I love running that section up and around Grand Central and popping out on the other side- it’s such a weird treat to do it on foot!

    1. Wow — that sounds like such an incredible experience and I did not even know about Summer Streets! What a treat.

      I’m so with you — “I want to be looked at!” Haha! I want to be seen, interacted with, asked about my earrings 🙂

      xx

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