Headed downtown on Sunday morning to stow our belongings at the Tweedle Twirp’s and then met an old buddy at Benny’s Burritos for lunch. Tweeds was right: Benny’s just isn’t what it used to be. It wasn’t bad, but nothing like it was. By the time we were done with lunch at 1, Tweeds was fully awake, so out we went for some shopping. Unfortunately, my primary destination, Industrial Plastics, was closed, but we managed to do some damage at Canal Jeans, which is closing its humongous store on Broadway this week. (This feels like the end of an era for me. I outfitted myself primarily from Canal Jeans when I was New Yorker. My first winter coat came from its vintage section. All my black tops were from the five and ten dollar bins. My cute purple-flowered vintage dress was a Canal Jeans special. Of course, Balducci’s also closed this past week, but without the fanfare of Canal Jeans. Well, unless you count security guards escorting the employees out, although I read they were all offered jobs in other markets–the employees, that is, not the security guards. Not that I’ve shopped at Balducci’s more than twice in my life, if even that much, but it was nice to know it was there.) We got in on the second to last day for a bit o’ shopping at Canal Jeans. Adam loaded up on 501s, whereas I found a lovely vintage, faux-fur-collared cream colored coat for a mere $15. I will look stylin’ in that thing. Grabbed a couple of tops, and off we went. Visited Pearl Paint (for Martha supplies), and wandered in and out of stores, checking out the tres hip boutiques of NoLita, which I have major problems accepting as an actual area. When one section of town becomes too Gapped out (like Soho), they just invent a new one for the ten-foot-by-twelve-foot closets they call stores.
Of course, the trip wouldn’t be complete without a visit to the new minimalist Prada store in what was part of the Guggenheim Soho. (Is it just me or is the Prada site a little minimalist itself?) I think more gawkers than shoppers were in there, but I guess they expect that with such a design. A trippy store that words won’t do justice. I was ogling a pair of shoes that I thought were quite fetching but the Tweedle Twirp wouldn’t let me get them because the heels were too high and Adam wouldn’t let me get them because they cost $3,240. But they were purty.
