I have a confession to make: I’ve never been to New York City. Ok, yes, via Sex & The City, and yes, there was that one time, for work, when I was thoroughly convinced I could Carrie Bradshaw my way from publishing house to publishing house wearing 5-inch heels and pushing a clothing rack through throngs of (thoroughly annoyed) pedestrians all while wearing a handknit shawl and a maxi skirt on a so-humid-it-feels-like-God’s-breath-all-like-hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-on-your-face kind of day in late May. So yeah, I’ve been there. But not, like, for real, jaknow? Until now. Ok not now, but in June, which is … Read More