You know how people set up their phone so that a person's photo pops up when they call? (I have a picture of the Bumble pop up when Ron calls me.) Whenever Annie crosses my mind, I hear all the cogs and wheels in my head turn and roll back tape to Spring 2000 and the same image of her pops up onto my mental screen. We had physics during first period (which was miserable! oh so miserable because it was HARD, but also because our classroom was SO FREEZING cold the entire school year. My fingers would turn purple within two minutes of sitting down, I had to take tons of notes, and I couldn't even feel the pen in my hand to do it. And if it was 90 degrees out because it was still September and I had worn sandals??? Ugh, my feet would turn purple and sometimes I would catch people staring at them, totally grossed out as they shifted from lavender to almost-black. It was really awful. Also, did I mention it was first period?? 8am. Do you want to talk about sound waves and calculus at 8am? Of course you don't. Also, who are we kidding: I didn't/don't understand calculus. So good luck with that).
Anyway, I remember dragging my exhausted ass down the hall and through the locker bay in front of our classroom--it was spring and the year was nearly over. One of the only good things about going to physics was sitting next to Annie and seeing which outfit she had chosen for the day. Not only is Annie simply naturally gorgeous, but she has the best eye for clothing (and jewelry and makeup and hair color and interior decor) of any person I've ever met. While she couldn't have cared less about who noticed, the fact is that her sartorial choices wow-ed every
Once I got to know her, it was like talking to a magazine everyday: "How did you know that you could pair this shirt with this skirt?" or "How did you know that you could pick out those glasses?" (Annie wore dark plastic frames years before anybody else) or "How do you make green eyeshadow look like that?" (ie, "Please do my makeup for me!! Pretty please!!! [anguished emoji]").
(When we were seniors, we were sitting around in her bedroom and I asked her, "Ok, show me how you do your eye makeup." Annie sighed heavily, as she is wont to do, and sat down on the floor in front of a large mirror propped against her wall. She dragged over a small box of gorgeous makeup items and selected a pot of shimmery moss green Urban Decay eye shadow. She held it up to me: "Ready?" she asked flatly. She popped off the top of the eyeshadow, held up her index finger, rubbed it on the makeup, and then smudged it across her eyelid. "That's it. What did you think I do?" And then she took her smudged finger and rubbed it on the back of her bedroom door to clean it. Horrified, I grabbed the door and pushed it ... and basically there was this abstract expressionist mural on the back of it created by 5,000 finger smudges of makeup in every color. I laughed so hard. I said, "My mom WOULD KILL ME if I did that to my bedroom door!" Annie shrugged. I still don't know how to wear eyeshadow--my skin is too greasy anyway.)
So ANYWAY, walking through the locker bay that day: There's Annie coming from the opposite direction. She had on this little black sleeveless shell and tiny black super-slim capri pants. Both the shell and the pants had tiny multi-color beaded fringe on their bottom hems, and she had on those backless, flat, beaded Chinese slippers (like these) that were popular at the time. She had her books under one arm and she gave me this silly, finger-wiggle wave with her free hand with an expression on her face that said, "Wahoo. Physics." The whole look slayed me--it was so perfect! So understated! So Audrey! Her junior year sartorial piece de resistance! I flipped out: "AHHHHHHHHHH WHERE DID YOU FIND THAT OUTFIT???!!!! HOW DO YOU DO THIS?????"
* sigh * "That store I keep telling you about: Anthropologie."
"Why do I not know this store??"
"It's in Wayne--I'll take you. You need to go."
And go we did! In her tiny pale blue Cabrio, too. (Yup, the dream car of every sixteen year old girl--Annie had a hand me down. It was adorable. While she drove I would open her purse, find myself horrified by it's condition, and clean it out for her: "Annie! Why is your cash floating around with gum wrappers and receipts! You have a gorgeous wallet! Use it!" [shrug] "Look! I fixed it! Look how nice your purse is!" [shrug--"You know it'll take me less than 36 hours to wreck it, right?"] Then it was my turn to sigh.)
Every time I think of Annie, she's crossing through the locker bay in slow motion with that little shell and capri pants doing the finger-wiggle wave. It's like she'll be sixteen forever in my head.
Of course, she's not sixteen anymore (neither am I, come to think of it). In my fifteen year old address book, I have nine crossed-out addresses for her spanning the globe from Nashville to Scotland (she spent a semester at St. Andrew's ... yes, while Will and Kate were there too) to London to Boston and now finally in NYC where she works as a lawyer. Leslie and I went up to visit her last July and I never posted the few pictures I took that day. Now they're on the old computer and I'm too lazy to transfer them over to this computer. However, I visited her again last month right after California (pretty cool to experience SF and NYC during the same week--it goes without saying that the most obvious difference between the two was approximately sixty degrees).
We had no real plans and it was pretty damn cold. Annie met me at Penn Station and we immediately set off to get manicures at her favorite place across the street from her apartment--she chose bright red and I went with navy blue. I knew we were getting drinks later and I wanted a shot of each of our manicured hands with our chosen cocktails--of course, I forgot. But trust me, our nails looked great.
Her apartment is lovely--anything you see here that you love came from one of two places: her grandmother's attic (for real) or Acorn Cottage on Gay St. in West Chester:
|She bought the lucky bamboo when Leslie and I were there in July.|
|Her mom sewed the curtains (and the pillows on the couch)--fabric is from Acorn Cottage, I think.|
|My favorite corner in the apartment: the shelving brackets are Anthro; pink chair is Acorn Cottage; I'm guessing the pitcher is her grandmother's; Annie chose the Warhol in place of something of else she liked that cost a lot more. It's perfect.|
"Where did that pink lady in the frame come from??"
(* sigh *) "Guess."
"YOUR GRANDMOTHER'S ATTIC??"
|My second favorite thing in the apartment: a framed picture of a childhood drawing next to a bowl of "diminse."|
I recently finished The Goldfinch (loved it--my mom HATED IT; beware Laurie), and most of the book takes place on West 10th Street. So we walked a long stretch of W. 10th so I could see it in real life.
|Lots of boutiques and high-end little places--very pretty. Many people know this neighborhood for Magnolia bakery (which we did in July ... dammit, I'm getting those pictures off the old computer. Looks like this post will have a Part 2). We stopped in NARS because Annie needed new bronzer--that store is super tiny, but gorgeous. Check out their solid marble fireplace.|
|We split an egg sandwich at Morandi--the waiter (stereotypical twenty year old kid who you assume is an aspiring actor) noticed my camera and goes, "Oh! you're an artist!" "ummm, no not really." "Well, maybe you should be. You know--just do it," and then he raced away. And then I thought, "Ok, does that count as a sign? Or someone sucking up for a better tip?" (Annie is shaking her head: "Latter.")|
|I'm pretty sure this is Three Lives and Company; very tiny, but you could blow six hours without trying.|
|(Laurie, I LightRoomed the bejesus outta this photo--the before & after comparison is INSANE!!!! I couldn't figure out how to straighten it though without making myself dizzy.)|
|Annie goes, "That tree will be there until June." I'm betting July. (Also, I'm writing this post on March 20--three weeks after this trip--and it's snowing another half a foot out my window right now. So maybe this tree will be on the curb forever.)|
I think my favorite moment of the day was in the Williams-Sonoma around the corner from her apartment. I was going on and on about something as Annie casually dips her hand into the bowl of sample jelly beans at the front of the store and pops one in her mouth. I keep talking like nothing is wrong, and Annie waits for me to finish a really long sentence.
"You're horrified I ate that jelly bean."
"Omigod. Yes. WHY would you eat a jelly bean out of a public dish in NEW YORK CITY??"
(Hey! Did you get your Anna Rifle cards framed from your office yet? Leslie, Annie bought two Rifle Paper Co. designs at Paper Source for her work space: can-can dancers ("You CAN do it!") and a map of New York.)
(Leslie and I are obsessed with Rifle Paper Co.)
|For the final chapter of the day, we headed back out again for drinks with one of Annie's friends--this place was gorgeous. (Their webpage doesn't work for some reason.)|
|I ordered this spicy lemonade cocktail--really good. (Laurie, I worked on that green lighting behind the bar for awhile and couldn't fix it. Oh well. I'm happy with the fireplace, though.)|
|Annie told me to walk through the restaurant and check out the back room--it's like a giant greenhouse converted into a dining room.|
Annie's friend found us, we stayed here for an hour or so, and then we took a cab to Locanda Verde for dinner.
|I think this was the Foresta cocktail--citrus and rosemary, so good. I lived dangerously and loved the steak tartar that Annie ordered; for dinner, she chose the squid ink pasta and I had the ravioli.|
Dinner was lovely (Annie, were you as entertained as I was by the weirdo couple on your right?), and then I had to catch my train home. Annie hailed a cab and came with me to Penn Station. In the cab, she looked at me quizzically and said, "Have you been on the West Side Highway before?"
"uhhhh ... no ...?"
"Ok. Well. You can add this to your list of stuff accomplished for today," as the cabdriver pressed the accelerator to the floor.
And two hours later, I was back in Philly. It wasn't any warmer there, in case you were wondering.
THANK YOU, Annie, for such a fun day. (I mailed you a treat on Tuesday. Hint: No one else in New York has touched them; they're wrapped up and extra clean just for you ...)
|July 2002--girl, I need an updated photo of you already.|
I'm going to have to dig up those July photos now ...