I had a wonderful brunch and fun stroll through a flea market in Manhattan yesterday. The silver dollar pancakes were divine, the conversation was meaningful and the wares lined up on tables were quirky and whimsical. I didn’t buy anything. The woman selling this great genie bottle pin wouldn’t budge off $13, but it was OK. My friend enjoyed checking out Asian decor items and chunky jewelry — he tried on a fabulous ring and then talked himself out of it. It was so relaxing and spontaneous.
What a Sunday.
I think I’m reveling in yesterday because today was one of those annoyingly drawn out work days. Ugh. Take me away, Calgon. I couldn’t get out of there fast enough.
Tomorrow’s another day.