it was an unusually warm Indian summer Sunday in Central Park. I attended the 2nd Annual Blanket en Blanc--hosted by Prince Powderpouffe.
The GlamsquadNY and friends were fabulously dressed in white, white, white...and after Labor Day too. Oh my, how decadent!
The glorious golden sunset was transcendent. Who knew that we were to be blessed by our very own angel--- The Patron Saint of Picnics.
The late evening hour was magical; In the distance the sound of drums could be heard.
Dare we venture into the darkness to investigate? With only a few fairy lights to guide us along a path, we came upon a group of people dancing to the beats of amazing conga drummers from Cuba.
Ah, but all good picnics must come to an end....until next year, that is.
The GlamsquadNY and friends were fabulously dressed in white, white, white...and after Labor Day too. Oh my, how decadent!
The glorious golden sunset was transcendent. Who knew that we were to be blessed by our very own angel--- The Patron Saint of Picnics.
The late evening hour was magical; In the distance the sound of drums could be heard.
Dare we venture into the darkness to investigate? With only a few fairy lights to guide us along a path, we came upon a group of people dancing to the beats of amazing conga drummers from Cuba.
Ah, but all good picnics must come to an end....until next year, that is.
