After meeting with a prospective client in midtown today, I met a friend who lives in the neighborhood for an impromptu BBQ lunch at Daisy May's. The sweet tea there is delicious. I always had a fresh jar of it in my bag last summer.
On the way back home, I stopped at the Salvation Army on 46th between 10th and 11th. Usually, I keep my favorite spots to myself (e.g. I've only ever taken one friend with me to the "Church of the Holy Thrift" where I picked up my tweed-lined Burberry trench coat, and mum's-still-the-word on the designer-decked charity shop that's only open a few hours once a week). However, since I no longer live in Hell's Kitchen, I don't get to the Salvay, as my friend Rafferty memorably called it, much anymore. Also, I've had great vintage karma lately -- I picked up a midnight blue and black velvet YSL dress from the 1970s for $15 last weekend in Maryland -- and so I'm happy to share a little.
So, here's the scoop: Ungaro, Escada, Louis Feraud and other vintage castoffs of fabulous ladies of leisure are in full effect at the Salvay HK. Today I got a long sweater coat that's the perfect shade of reedy tan with bamboo buttons, made for the long-departed department store B. Altman's private label back in the day, for less than ten dollars. Definitely worth a trip for the serious rag-picker, natch.
What's your secret to la dolce vita? I'd love to read it in the comments section!