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Smitten, Bitten
Oh, oh here I go off into Mulleavy wonderland, down that Rodarte rabbit hole! They are back in New York and I can feel their sister presence! Last time they showed here, I was home with my newborn and their women were draped in baby's breath, and I felt like I had a telephone line straight from here to there. The time before that, I read the ticket to the show wrong and spent a morning in the West Village instead, which was a mistake that I recovered from with coffee and pastries.
A weekend, an always of La Dolce Vita
This weekend we're eating mini cannolis and walking around the neighborhood, buoyed by a very close read of The Remnants of La Dolce Vita in Brooklyn’s Italian Williamsburg. Pictured above, local cannolis eaten in the very intensive R&D for our own Holy Cannoli.
xo Leigh
The Dalai Lama on a treadmill/our weekend (and on an on) mission.
"This is my simple religion. No need for temples. No need for complicated philosophy.
Your own mind, your own heart is the temple. Your philosophy is simple kindness." — the Dalai LamaSHOP THIS WEEEKEND
This weekend we're...
Calder on exhibit at Wave Hill in the 70s
going to Wave Hill to see the flowers in early blossom (magnolias! spring snowflakes!) and then driving to Arthur Avenue for Italian sandwiches, arancini, and affogato. Bedside table heaving with new books to thumb through including but not limited to As They Were by M.F.K. Fisher, After Many a Summer Dies the Swan by Aldous Huxley, and Alexander Lieberman's The Artist in His Studio (a title that would not fly today).
And what are your plans, dear swans and kittens?
xo Leigh
SHOP THIS WEEEKEND
I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel
I went in search of a favorite Chelsea Hotel apartment and found along the way this list I love (full of pre-critical enthusiasm). Also, what a sure hand she had in answering.
The Selby: Hi Sally! What are 4 characteristics of authenticity.
Sally: 1. pre-critical enthusiasm, 2. a sure hand, 3. a touch of myopia , 4. a good heart
xo Leigh
Great Danes in the winter
Read MoreWe are back from a break, it is a New Year, the sun is shining, burrowing season is here. I've ordered a Noguchi lamp, and have a pile of books newly nicely arranged on my bedside table; I'm reading The Idiot, Elif Batuman wears a You are My Moon and Stars Necklace, I'll send her a note when I'm done, until then — this note is for you.My new favorite bodega item.
Read MoreWe made a lip balm with Stewart and Claire and it's an homage to Brooklyn bodegas and their roses and overripe avocados and plentiful seltzer options. Smells like roses, looks like them too!
xo Leigh
A circus, a cabaret, a party dress
Read MoreDear swans & kittens, please someone buy this party dress and email me a photo at leigh@catbirdnyc.com. xo Leigh
Tradition!
Read More'“Christmas won't be Christmas without any presents,” grumbled Jo, lying on the rug.' — Little Women, Louisa May Alcott
And Christmas wouldn't be Christmas at Catbird without me trotting out this quote. The heart wants what the heart wants, and my heart wants old favorites. xo Leigh
The new Snow Queens will melt your heart into a shining puddle
Read MoreThe air is turning from crisp to twinkling and I am wearing new Snow Queens — they're almost ready to meet you.
It's the season for white gold and a Snow Queen thimble's worth of diamonds.
