My sister is visiting me from London. As a former and longtime Manhattanite, she’s been feeling all the feels experiencing her old home turf as an outsider, an expatriate. “You have to be tough here,” she said in head-shaking disbelief after a nasty run-in with a grouchy cabbie and my encounter with a pickpocket (more on that later). She then said something that has stuck with me: that in the middle parts of the city — the inland bits — she has always felt claustrophobic, always straining her neck to catch a glimpse of green (grass, trees) or blue (water, sky). The thought lingered with me, making me simultaneously grateful to have Central Park so close by, and also curious as to how long Mr. Magpie and I will stay in the city. I can’t imagine leaving it — for the first time in maybe forever I feel comfortable and settled and disinclined to ponder “the next step” — but a little cluster of question marks has sprouted up in the recesses of my mind, imagining what life would be like with more green space at our avail…
This line of inquiry was potentially influenced by the discovery of some pitch-perfect pieces for an evening al fresco, complete with lawn games and cocktails…
Alternately — this was MEANT to be worn with barefeet!
Love these for toting/serving pasta salad, fruit cup, etc.
A rolling cooler in a chic vintage green color.
A cabana striped outdoor sofa (LOVE).
A dramatic hanging rattan chair (so fun).
For kiddos: a teepee from RRR or in a chic cabana stripe. Or can you imagine the joy of having this as a kid?! Separately, I’ve heard those Little Tikes water tables are a big hit with little ones, but something of an eyesore. While I’ve largely given up on this battle, this would be a helluva lot more goodlooking as a permanent backyard fixture!
Also for minis — a little garden tool set!
A super chic inflatable pool for minis (or bigs).
The chicest string lights — Mr. Magpie bought a bunch of sets of these and strung them up in our backyard in Chicago. I adored them.
P.S. These musings brought this to mind.
P.P.P.S. What’s your perfect day look like?