Good morning, Wednesday. I had one of those well turned out New York nights last night that made living here so worth it. There was a visit to my favorite old bar, The Ear Inn, down on Spring Street close to the water on the west side. My hubs and I used to hang at that bar back in the day and it still feels as cool as it ever did- you can sit outside on benches and drink a Stella and watch the sun set over the Hudson. It's not the worst. Ooh and you know who was there? Caputo from "Orange is the New Black". So good. Love that Caputo. He was hanging out with a Jersey boy type, watching all the pretty girls go by.
We then went to an amazing belated bday dinnner- at Sushi Azabu, a real deal subterranean Japanese speakeasy that transported me right to my other favorite city, Tokyo. The prices were not really in line with a typical Tuesday night dinner, but unexpected decadence can sometimes be the best kind, and this place did not disappoint. Any place that has an uni flight is my kind of place. And they made my whiskey highball right as rain. Loved it.
But in other news, we're going on vacation next week (finally) and are looking forward to a few days in Rehoboth Beach. In addition to thinking about packing, all thoughts turn to bathing suits, and although I already have a few, the temptation to buy a new one runs deep. And because my bod is not exactly the type who scampers into J. Crew or H&M for a cute suit, I've got to get serious with finding one that makes me feel good, as well as appropriate for spending time with my lovely in-laws.
I've always had great success at Malia Mills, she of the suits that accommodate all shapes and sizes with her unique bra size sizing- she was one of the first to do that and it's been a big hit for her. I own a few of her pieces and have always loved their simplicity and winks to both classic and vintage suiting (monochromatic color patterns with touches like low ruched tie bottoms a la 1970s are the touches that mean the world). But this past weekend I strolled into the Atlantic Avenue shop and almost choked- the new version of a suit I have and love is a whopping $400. Um yea. $400. For a very small piece of real estate. That, THAT, IS swimsuit robbery, and I'm not buyin'.
I care not if the fabric is revolutionary- for that price it needs to make me look 10 years younger and many more pounds skinnier. I am aware that high end bathing suits cost that much, but meh. I can't do it. I'd rather have that money to spend on hard shells and beer in Dewey Beach. For this trip, I'm going deep into my closet and finding some old suits that will fit the bill- I'm not sure what Ms. Mills is putting in those fabrics or whether or not she's sourcing them around the corner or in China (she's not), I just can't right now.
At what price is it worth it to invest in something to swim in? I'm not sure, but $400 is just too much. I'm open to suggestions, ps.
And that's what's up this old water wing of a Wednesday in the very unbeachlike 212. Yours, in old suits are as good as new. Guess I need to wait for the sample sale. XO