My friends and I had our last non-long-distance wine club for a while since one of the founding members is selling his soul to Wall Street. I don’t support the decision, but at least it will give me a good excuse to go shopping in NYC. The theme was Amarone in honor of our fallen Italian soldier. I’m usually more of a French wine kind of girl, but I can’t say I disliked the ones we tried. Oh and we were treated to an equally exotic and delicious meal of grilled squid, parsnip and fennel puree, prosciutto-wrapped scallops with pesto, and blueberry sorbet! Lovely evening, if not a little bittersweet.
I found out this gem of a blouse whilst perusing Market Publique the other day. I don’t usually do a lot of vintage shopping on the internet because I like to be able to closely inspect the items and vintage sizing can be so tricky, but this was such a pleasant surprise, I might have to do it more often.