Seasonal

Every third Saturday, Rosa, my saviour, my cleaning lady comes. Efficient and punctual, she's in and out, and when RC and I get home, our apartment smells like Meyers and Murphys. I love Rosa Saturdays.

Usually, to kill time while Rosa does her good work, RC and I take ourselves out to brunch, and to a movie, and run various errands. Last Saturday we got up early, ate a lovely brunch at 9th Street Market, and went to see Breach. (Not bad, not violent, not stupid but not "The Insider") Then because RC wanted to check out a jacket, we went to Marc.

In our travels around the city, I noticed a peculiar phenomenon. The day was lovely for recently, threatening to break freezing. But there were still moldy grey hills of snow all over the street and the curb. And running around, through and over these mounds, were lots of girls in dainty high heels. There they were in the East Village, tripping over huge deep puddles. There they were on the West Side, grimacing as they negotiated a snow hill, and the snow hill won.

Here's my question? WHY IN GOD'S NAME WOULD YOU TRAIPSE AROUND IN HIGH HEELS THROUGH THE WET AND THE SNOW ON A SATURDAY? I don't care how cute they are!!! You'll RUIN them!!!! And your feet will get wet! Girls!!! Some common sense please!!!!!!!! You actually look silly!!! (Saturday night, I understand, but just for shopping and walking around? Only if you are SJP or Mariah! Or have a car service trailing you!) Please go back to my earlier post about cute non -Ugg winter boots. They are probably all on sale now!

Later that evening, at a wretched bar on 9th street, I saw a girl wearing a really lovely navy and white blouse, very DVF. With white trousers. What is this? Palm Beach? Or am I just old fashioned in my adherence to the guideline of no white trousers between Labor and Memorial day?

Thoughts?