she rewrites the toast she’ll give tonight
in her head. she’s trying to forget it
and speak from the heart.
a flutter of excitement moves through her as she thinks about everything she has to say.
right in front of her, a cab door swings open. a woman gets out in
a flurry, her yellow bag dangling
from her elbow. she’s deep in conversation on her phone.
RAFFIA DOT BAG
the woman presses the phone between her shoulder and her ear to hold the door open. “here,” she motions encouragingly, “get in.”
their eyes meet and they share a smile.
something good is in the air, she thinks, as she slides into the back seat.
wherever they’re going, new yorkers understand they’re all swimming in the same stream.
PUFFY PUFFER FISH CROSSBODY
they’re not crabby. they’re busy. but they’re never too busy to lend a hand right when you least expect it.
SHELLY WICKER CRAB CROSSBODY
in this city that’s always moving forward, everyone balancing whatever they’ve got going on...
ALL DAY CANVAS LARGE TOTE