I’ve hit some benchmark in the blogosphere where people start sending you free stuff for review. This is a lovely perk of being an unpaid blogger, but since fashion has never been my strong suit (I would describe myself as grubby-mommy-chic) I felt a little intimidated when a black sweater from a clothing company called Fresh Produce showed up in the mail. Then I thought, I’m headed to New York City–what better place to try something on for size?
I wore my new sweater to Casellula, a darling little bistro in Hell’s Kitchen where I ordered a Pig’s Ass sandwich. No, I am not kidding and yes it was so good.
All dressed up, I attracted some attention from a slender young man with his hair gelled up into an elegant faux-hawk.
“I just have to tell you,” he said, interrupting my bite of pig butt, “you are beautiful.” I smiled and blushed and insisted that I looked old and tired, but he disagreed.
“Not at all,” he said. “You are total Connecticut class!” Wow! Whatever Connecticut class is, it sounds very fancy, so I was pleased.
The next stop for my sweater and me was Lucky’s Famous Burgers on West 52nd Street. Being full of pig’s ass, I did not have a famous burger or crispy crinkly cut fries, but just stopped to chat with one of the cooks. He did not remark that I was beautiful or Connecticut classy, but his smile was so bright I wanted to hug him.
Finally, with a big day on tap at the FertilityAuthority.com office the next morning, I hailed a cab. My sweater, made in the USA of a viscose and linen blend that caresses the skin like silk, had kept me warm on a cool spring night and I felt good in it—along with my borrowed Diane Von Furstenberg shirt, vintage Prada pumps and nineteen dollar Forever 21 jeans. I’ll never be a fashion icon, but for a middle-aged mom who’s trying to get her career groove back, it wasn’t all that bad.