I arrive to a grim, gray and blizzardy Manhattan. I am longing to see RED.
I trot to Museum of American Folk Art‘s exhibition of bright geometric quilts created by recuperating soldiers from wool uniforms — cleverly named, “War and Pieced.”
I look up up up and take in the red brick of Manhattan, so lovely.
Oh my, sample the baubles and bangles in delicious shades of red and pink at Russ and Daughters on the Lower East Side.
Pop jewels of rosy caviar like fishy bubbles on your tongue.
We get our red on at the Blue Note with Jimmy Heath and his band.
Jimmy Heath plays vermilion, baby.
An insouciant red X marks our Christmas view over midtown.
Merry, sparkling and bright.
But it’s rotten tomatoes for Mario Batali, banished from Eataly – scandaloso!
Go instead to Noodle Pudding, our secret Brooklyn favorite that doesn’t even have a sign.
Red shoes and parasols for my three daughters in holiday shades of beautiful at the Met.
Where ancient urns in earthy terra cotta hold a ticket to the past.
In the end, we find The End of History in the West Village, pink and rosy.
Joyous Christmas and Happy New Year 2017!