Coincidence? Or else…
Yesterday I was down in New York City, interviewing Neil Sedaka in his palace of a Park Avenue apartment. Not surprisingly, I came out feeling like a somewhat scruffy under-achiever. Given that I a) have been wearing the same wedding jacket since my own wedding approximately 74 years ago (a point I became acutely aware of this past Saturday) and, b) I had some time to kill and, c) the nearest subway was at Bloomingdales, I stopped in to the famed department store to check out the Men’s Department.
It was more window shopping than a buying expedition and though I looked longingly at Armani – just feel that quality – the only designer whose jackets I actually tried on was Ted Baker of London. Maybe it was a little bit of nationalism in me, maybe it was the slight mod feel – but I liked his clothes. Enough to make note of the logo and the price and promise myself enough time some other time to maybe treat myself after all these years.
I get back to Phoenicia just in time to pick up my mail from the Post Office. I’m having a terrible time of it getting my mail forwarded from Brooklyn – you know you’re in trouble when even your old bills can’t find you – and the only thing to have made it these 100 miles was a small square box… from Ted Baker.
Yes, from Ted Baker. Same logo and everything. Inside the box was a 2oz jar of “homemade” English strawberry jam, wrapped in an invite to the opening of the, presumably very English, Ted Baker’s new Womenswear Boutique in Soho, Manhattan – on September 21. That was three weeks ago today. (Told you I’m having a terrible time of it getting the mail forwarded.) Why did this package show up the same day I tried on his clothes for the very first time?
Shona? Snotty? Your comments?