Not quite my latliest life, but fairly recently, and in unprecedented times, we must accept my doing my best-ness. Yal have expressed interest in seeing more of real life, so in the famous words of Rhianna:
Work, work, work, work, work, work
He see me do mi
Dirt, dirt, dirt, dirt, dirt, dirt
So me put in
A couple of weeks ago, Asher and I flew to NYC to check on my apartment there, water one cactus, bury one succulent who did not survive the pandemic, get takeout from Frank, drink a $22 sangria on the street in the rain, take a very long walk, and visit my friend’s Jordan and Paul for dinner on their West Village stoop.
The city also doing it’s best // Jordan’s bar is serving it up // yes I still use snapchat filters // and the ones left behind.
The next day we drove upstate to visit with Nick, who has a house in Dutchess County. Our first trip out of Raleigh felt much more within reach because we were able to do just about everything outside. And I’ve never seen a place better suited for outdoor living that upstate NY in June. All of our hostesses had an amazing outdoor setup, including Nick’s patio, and a topiary awesome area at Christopher Spitzmiller’s.
We swung by to see the sensational Mary Nelson Sinclair and her hub Matty. They have made the full-time transition from city to country mouse, and it’s really suiting them. Their home is on the most beauoftul property, complete with a big ole modern black barn that serves as the couple’s studios – Mary Nelson painting on one side, and Matty welding crazy-cool furniture and accessories on the other.
Just out here outdoor living. Top left, Nick’s living room. Top right, Asher acclimating at Wethersfield Estate in Amenia (amazing garden – go visit!). Above one, me literally scratching my head at the existence of four somewhat personable peacocks at Chris Spitzmiller’s Clove Brook Farm. Above two, the host with the literal most setting a spectacular table for an outdoor dinner.