debimegoonamena does it!
this oona does it! is brought to you by 4 ladies, 3 planes, 2 godzilla sized bridal parties, and 1 bar.
when D2 came up with their slightly inebriated list of ODI challenges, high on the new york hit parade was the campbell apartment, a gorgeous 1920s apartment-turned-bar adjacent to the equally gorgeous grand central station. and when it became clear that the NY meetup was truly happening, i decided to turn the tables on the challenger. pleaze to see my email to debi and meg (and take note of the number of exclamation points):
Y'ALL. do y'all want to do the campbell apt as an oona does it? debi challenged me to use it as inspiration, which i am totally doing, the three of us should do it!!!! that week could be debimegoona does it! we sound like a creature from a godzilla movie!!! i have some deep grey lace that i had marked for gatsby, which would be fab at the campbell. or OH MY GOD maybe we should color coordinate???!
we hurtled exclamation points back and froth across the webisphere (103 emails in all) and decided on a color combo from debi's fall palette (teal and red). meg raised the bar with talk of vogue patterns. then, fate landed mizz mena trott right into our laps, and it was ON.
the big day came. after a marathon of eating, drinking, and shopping with some truly fabulous ladies of the thread, we headed back to kalkatroona for a costume change (and a little caffeine, gallantly supplied by ruggy. what a mighty good man, y'all). the cab driver tried to drop us off at a joint called "beer bar", to which eight eyebrows raised– do you really think we look like we belong at beer bar? PLEASE.
i spied the correct sign, and we wiggled out of the cab. all eyes turned as four ladies in various iterations of teal giggled their way across the wet new york streets. before we even entered the bar, cameras were pulled for a lobby photo shoot.
mena and debi opting for marble…
meg and oona opting for stairs…
i lost count of how many gents offered to snap our photo. being used to self controlled photo shoots, we declined, but some snapped them with their own cameras anyway. after many timer sprints across the marble floor, we decided to actually venture INTO the campbell apartment, where surely elegant backdrops and better lighting awaited.
erm. except that poor campbell was under siege. two monster sized bridal parties had taken the place over. the noise level was deafening, and the blood alcohol level could've started prohibition all over again. we stood at the bar with some delicious cocktails as several lesser dressed, and far less sober, patrons stared. one gal openly pointed, assuming her other hand was hiding the offending finger. her other hand was a good 18 inches off her mark.
to avoid the impending throwdown, we moved the party to the outdoor seating, and happily showed off our stitching to more respectfully curious patrons. we may have also had a few more cocktails.
i was floored by the beautiful garments, and knocked joyfully unconscious by the beautiful people enclosed in them. in the community, in person, the gals i got to spend extra time with… just sheer happiness.
sewing, y'all. a solitary art that makes for such an embracing circle. who knew?