My dad took me to lunch at Saks today. It's our place. (Note to all New Yorkers: The Fall seasonal risotto is to die for. It's served in a baby pumpkin. I almost passed out from a precious attack.)
In the midst of our lunch, a woman in a fur coat traipsed around the tables in the main dining room, where we were seated, holding a sign that said, "Fur Salon on 2". It reminded me of lunching in Bal Harbour when I was little and watch girls in gowns saunter around Coco's advertising Neiman's newest pieces. I motioned to my dad and we shared a laugh.
"Who is she kidding?" he said aloud, while throwing up his arms. "Look at this place!"
And for the first time during our meal, I did. I scanned the scant space. The usual jovial lunch crowd was nowhere to be found. With the exception of us and a few ladies who lunch, the space was empty.
Times are tough, dear readers. It's been a rough week in the life of this JGIWC, but I can almost guarantee I'll be smiling again before our economy turns around. I think it's okay to take a week off every now and again, but it's time to wipe my eyes and get back on my feet. I count each and every one of my blessings every day and I am confident that many of you do as well. All we can do is go on living our lives and hope for the best.
Have a wonderful weekend.