Fast forward: that girl was me, (obviously). When I finally rushed home and walked into my apartment, I found that it looked not unlike an NYC street after a short, but serious, downpour. My precious Chanel bag was soaked, the paint from my walls and ceiling were peeling back and ripping away from the walls, and raindrops literally streamed down through my roof. Thank god for a good insurance policy, (shout out to Mike at Travelers for making this otherwise headache-of-an-experience a relief). This past week I packed up the entirety (and trust me, I have a lot of things) of my apartment (an unfortunate necessity in trying to repair my floors) and moved myself across the East River and into a nice little hotel on the edge of Manhattan: The Standard.
A peak into my Standardized life, thus far... Yes, it's my own Eloise-meets-Kevin McCallister alternate reality all rolled into one.
The room, the view, and the cat that joined.
Chanel's new summer polish colors in Attraction, Frisson, and Tentation. Plus, a Franca-as-Madonna's-doppleganger moment on the cover of Industrie.
Flowers from a bodega ($10 for 2 dozen) for my room and a gluten free crepe from Bar Suzette, located inside the neighborhood Chelsea Market.
Pretty new things from Topshop: Lace & Perspex flats and a new bug necklace.
Bullet ring gift from Plukka; The Highline down below.
A couple things about The Standard: it's located in the most amazing below-14th (thank god) location, situated (literally) on top of The Highline, there are amazing views, and the service has been impeccable from the moment I arrived. For a small fee, I was even allowed to bring my cat with me, (though admittedly, this got a few stares upon check-in... But would you leave your cat in a kennel for 2+ weeks?)
I won't lie, now that the headache of hastily packing my life into boxes is a few days into the past, I'm quite enjoying the staycation. And the moral of the story? Get home insurance!! I can't imagine where I'd be in this process without it.