The Big Apple

My four besties, Stacey, Stacey, Cuqui and Stephanie would invite me to watch “Sex in the City” on Sunday nights with savory popcorn and Caymus Cabernet. I was either at church or in a convertible missing all the action. I would get the recap during Monday coffee talk, and couldn’t help dream of Sarah Jessica Parker in America’s largest city with her fingerless gloves wrapped around a Starbucks, pacing swiftly through the busy streets of noise and glamour. A fabulous treat of a place New York, New York. I visualized myself walking in her shoes, gazing up at a glass tower only to push through the revolving door and hit twenty-two in the decorated brass elevator. My lunch at The Lion would be divine, with a stop after at Bergdorf’s for a new lipstick shade, and then a run through Tiffany’s to see the works of Paloma Picasso. Wow, how I dreamed of New York City.

It was years later while I was transitioning from interior design to product design, that my dream became a reality. In October 2014, I scheduled my first business trip, and landed at La Guardia to meet my driver for an immediate appointment at 41 Madison known as the “Tabletop Building”. I felt like a million bucks. My briefcase was packed with my stunning, foam core dishes to emanate porcelain, along with a FAO Schwartz wind-up toy and accompaniments to set a spectacular table at Wedgewood. I checked in as a visitor, passed through security and rode to the sixteenth floor with a gut full of butterflies. It wasn’t until I saw the complete picnic spread…table, basket, bicycle, blanket and full place setting on display, front and center in the Wedgewood showroom that made me realize this was a divine appointment. My butterflies flew away, and I knew in my spirit, all was well. This miraculous sign enabled me to execute my best and score a business deal. It was an amazing day for me, I loved it. Most importantly, I was coming back to New York for more.

I write this, and feel as if this day were reoccurring. It touches me. The moral of this story… go to church, ride in convertibles, buy the shoes, eat the cake, take the trip, and dream, dream, dream. “Thank you” Stacey, Stacey, Cuqui and Stephanie.