The only living girl in New York

Valentines Day doesn't really have much middle ground. I think you either love it or hate it. I am always of the former. Whether single or taken, in love or in lust, it's one of my most favorite holidays. My parents taught us that it's about love and we are lucky to have so much of it in our lives. They also always give the best Valentines. They somehow manage to top themselves year after year.


This year my gifts were black, white, and read all over! The kate spade journal newspaper clutch...




...and the kate spade journal flat pouch! I literally squealed with delight when I opened the box. I have been dying for these... they are so very me.




I decided to continue the tradition by wearing my raya dress with my 'red letter day' idiom bangle.



The title refers to one of my favorite Simon and Garfunkel songs, 'The Only Living Boy in New York'. I was standing in line at Starbucks this morning and looked around. I was swimming in a sea of black. I stuck out like a sore thumb in red. Everyone around me seemed dark and quiet and very un-Valentiny. In that moment, I felt like the only living girl in New York. But when I got to the counter and was greeted enthusiastically by several baristas (clearly, I'm a regular) I realized... I'm That Girl. Chivalry and romance and tradition may be dead, but I am doing my damndest to try and keep them alive. I will always be the girl in the brightly colored frock with the big hair. I will be the girl sending you snail mail when you're least expecting it. I will go the extra mile just to surprise you. I will be unintentionally obnoxious and I will most likely always stick out like a sore thumb.

And that's okay.

Happy Valentines Day to all of my readers - celebrate love today. And the color red.