|The Pond, in Central Park|
|Daffodils peek through the filthy remnants of winter.|
|Cheerful beds of Crocus greeted us along our Central Park stroll.|
That's a joke.
In fact, that's the running joke around these parts since every aspect of the wedding IS on a super tight budget.
|No such thing as privacy in Central Park. I crashed this photo shoot. :)|
|You'll find the prettiest things in the dirtiest places.|
We did not go into the alleys. Nor did we buy any hot merchandise (much to my chagrin.)
However! I did score a stunning ~ and quite possibly not illegal ~ handbag for $38 bucks. In one of those Canal Street shops that aren't much bigger than your closet. Would have cost me $200 back home.
|Way more fun than I thought it would be.|
Have you seen that t.v. reality series by the same name? I haven't watched the show but we made an appointment there, more out of curiosity than great expectations of finding a fabulous gown.
It's called Kleinfeld's Bridal and it was every bit as cliche as you could imagine. Complete with bored cameramen, lounging in the lobby. And, mean ass Jersey girls. Oops! I mean brides to be, sending us death glares while waiting for their on-camera moments.
|I'll take the solid gold apartment, please. Provided you let me garden on the roof.|
And, now hear this! It was half the price of the dress we'd sort of liked, back in boring old Salt Lake City.
|Last bastion of civility. The Boathouse Restaurant in Central Park.|
* 'Peanut' was my daughter's nickname when she was a little girl. I still use it, now and then, just to