The weekend in one lines

This weekend I wandered the High Line, a fantastic piece of land art that thousands can enjoy. The indigenous plants were in their prime, scenting the air with a fragrance familiar, but unexpected in the urban environment. Every smallest detail has been so well considered, from the over-sized built in lounge chairs to a witty and whimsical amphitheatre spanning the Avenue with a massive glass front so you can watch the traffic. See more of this project at the official High Line website.

I enjoyed trying on clothes unencumbered. This is a precious rarity considering the last attempt in Vancouver was accompanied by one toddler who alternated trying on the accessories and loudly protesting me trying on clothes. It was only thanks to Jay’s intervention that I got to browse in peace.

Today I  discovered Ports 1961, known previously to me only through their ads in magazines. They have a georgeous fall collection for those who shop at places where prices rarely fall into the three figure range. Their sale rack included absolute steals at $799… err.  The pieces are beautifully constructed, the fabric selection tastefully layered and applied, but never overly so. The collection spans classic to completely deconstructed pieces that reminded me more of something from Harajuku. And the service was impeccable. Altogether a pleasant experience, and should I win the $213 million Megamillions lottery, I really will be back ;0)

A more pleasant discovery was the Trina Turk boutique, where the designer seems to have figured out how to make anyone’s waist, such as mine, appear supermodel svelt. Though I didn’t buy any of the dresses with this attribute, I did purchase one that slipped on like a familiar friend and seems like it could withstand the toddler commute as well.

And there were the simpler summer pleasures of the weekend… ice cream. This summer I have actually found myself ‘craving’ a frozen yogurt once or twice, and have thus had a few occasions to successsfully put the Google maps app for Blackberry to the test. ‘Take me to Red Mango please!” This afternoon, local dairy Ronnybrook was the pleasure provider, with a chocolate hazelnut cone that melted at speed as I strolled the Highline.