a nice day for a walk

46 degrees and sunny.  Late April, and it's a beautiful winter day.

I put on a pair of cropped leggings, with a comfy (that is to say, ratty-looking) white T-shirt hiding under a nice green cashmere sweater.  I decide to walk to the Westside.  I have the perfect coat for this weather…a Moncler lightweight mid-length coat that I love.  I bought it when I exchanged a year-old pair of boots at Bergdorf’s last fall.  I can see why Moncler is so popular, despite its price.  Here's a picture of it in blue; mine is black.

I leave my building; it is colder and windier than I thought.  I walk a half a block, and return home.  I see the doorman I just said bye to, and think to myself I am such a wimp, and turn back around and leave.  Within a block I’m glad I did.  The cold air is invigorating.

I get to Madison and stop in Sean’s, a small men’s clothing store.  Last year I bought an inexpensive cotton scarf there.  I try on a few.  The store is empty except for one salesman.  He is critiquing the various scarves I am trying on.  I take off my coat and sweater to see the scarves against white, the color I typically wear.

The sales associate says, “I think it’s hard to get a good feel for the scarf against that ensemble you’re wearing.”   Ensemble?  Is he referring to my throw-on-go-for-a-walk outfit as an ensemble?  He is being kind.  I tell him so and we both laugh.  I leave the store empty-handed but with a new friend.

By the time I make it across the Park I think I could have left my coat at home.  It feels good to be out walking.  I end up at Zabars and buy chicken, and a 7-layer cake I promised myself I wouldn’t buy.  Even a walk across the park can’t justify my purchase, but still; I’m glad I did (walk, that is).