I've got the key to NYC
I took a little jaunt to New York City last weekend to visit some of my closest friends. NBD.
Oh, silly, you thought I meant "no big deal" with that abbrev, didn't you? Well, no. Try "no bleeping discounts."
Precious money was spent, mostly on the following:
Spinach artichoke pizzas.
Cake -- with sparkles.
Ouch. For a while I worried I'd come home with nothing to show for my vacation but artistic greeting cards and a renewed need to work out.
Then Brooklyn came to my rescue. The storied flea market there is real, y'all, and it's so much fun to browse the crafts, art, clothes, furniture and food.
Mostly because you get to see things like this. Meow.
When I recovered from the glory that is this tri-kitty leotard I spied my take-home treasure: the perfect key charm, swiped from a table of antiques for just $5.
"Where did it come from?" I asked the sales duo.
"Sorry, there's no story," they said.
Just know it's old. It's authentic, which is more along the lines of my style than a decked-out (and $$$) Tiffany's number. I mean, that would be nice, but $$$.
My key came sans strand. So how do you think I should I style it?
Or something else?
Happy travels this summer.
Deal Diva Katie
Pictures: By moi.