Dah-ling I love you but give me Park Avenue

I used to love to watch Green Acres on Nick at Night at my Nanny Pat and Gramper John's (umm yes thats what I call my grandparents...what of it?).  Kind of an odd thing for a 10 year old to want to watch in the 90's when I could have been watching TGIF.   I also loved watching Mr. Ed because I wished I too could have a kickass animal sidekick who understood me.  But now I actually think Ed and Wilbur were both kind of creepers....hmm. 


Also, in the Green Acres theme song, he basically tells his wife, "well you're my wife, so I don't care if you love the city.  You have to come with me to the country." I never thought of that before.  How did these two people even get together if they had nothing in common and why is he so bossy? Ok before I go off on a complete tangent about my love of 60's popculture but my disdain of the ill treatment of women during the time period let me get to my point, the city.


Lisa from Green Acres and I had something in common, our love of downtown. I grew up in the suburbs, 30min south of Boston and about 30min north of Providence.  It was at one time the world's largest goose farm...so there's that.  By the time I arrived, the town had an events center and one of the largest growing populations in MA.  And by the time I left there was a mall...so thats America for you, out of land fertilized with goose shit, comes a mall.


I went to private schools outside of my hometown so I already had the bug to move away at a younge age.  It made sense to me that you would live in one area but go into the city to work or vice versa.  My dad was a cop so he was all over and my mother changed jobs and always commuted.  From watching shows like Green Acres with Eva Gabor, as the glamorous Lisa, I felt like I totally "got" her.  The city was exciting, convenient and fast paced.  The country, or the burbs, is boring (and apparently a place strewn with fowl excrement).  Who wouldn't want to move into a tiny apartment and fill it with fabulous things, go to fabulous places and meet fabulous people?


Granted, Boston is not the size of New York and has a lot less fabulosiy than NYC, but honestly I don't like New York.  I know I'm biased but I feel like every time I've visited, there were just sooooo many people I couldn't breathe. Besides, Boston is older than NYC and thus I believe any fabulousness trickled down from us to them via our Puritan forefathers.  Even in the 17th century black was chic.   However, I'm glad we dropped the buckle.  There are way more fabulous things to peruse in the city besides buckles.

I mean just look at this fabulous peacock ring I got at 344 On Newbury Saturday.  I hate to sound like Rachel Zoe but seriously I die for this.  I wish I had occasion to drip my fingers in rhinestones more often but I'm not David Bowie circa 1978.

Even as a little girl I longed to be fancy.  I'm not sure where I got this from.  While my mother has her own sense of style, she is not a girly girl.  I think from the moment I was born I sought out anything gorgeous and shiny and longed to possess it.  As a child I would ask my mother for my "pah-ty shoes" aka party shoes. My mother wondered what a little girl would need 10 pairs of patent leather Mary Janes for?  Her mistake was confusing need with want.  


I don't want things I need, I want things I want, and that is where many a young girl falls victim to bad decisions.  I actually don't love shoes as much as I used too because people don't carry my ass around anymore and the cobbled streets of Boston combined with my weak ankles don't really mix.  


Anyway, my point is the city is a crazy wonderful place.  I love the interesting homeless dude chugging Listerine on the T last night as I made my way home from the gym.  I love that I can get frozen yogurt delivered at 11pm.  I love running into professional, English cricket players at Solas and doing flaming Sambuca shots with them...I rocked it by the way (for those of you who don't know what it is, look it up, for my family members dont, it'll make you nervous).  You never know what is around the corner (although today's earthquake was not so fun).


While I didn't grow up the be a Gabor with a chic Hungarian accent and oodles of gorgeous things, I get by.  I try to make one thing about my every day look a little special so it can be a mood lifter when the city isnt treating me so well (or is shaking my office building).  I don't think I'll ever want to move out of the city but fairly soon I'm going to need to, even if it is just for a while.  I need to regroup and figure out my next steps.  If I do become someone's Suzy Homemaker you bet your bottom dollar that when the kids are out doing their own acts of randomness, I'll be making an effort to move back into the city.  


I also plan on having a place in Miami, so feel free to stop by for a gimlet anytime.