One of my favourite places to eat brunch in NYC at any time of the day is the Moonstruck Diner on second avenue. It may well be the equivalent of the Angus Aberdeen Steakhouses in London (Londoners, you know what I’m talking about) but I love it all the same. I would often dive into here when the weather was cold and snowy in the winter; it serves a zillion combinations of brunch options any time of the day (or night).
This Sunday was a warm but overcast day in NYC. I wanted to be cool but I needed sleeves so I fell back on my wardrobe staple “the oversized white shirt”. I cinched it in at the waist with a belt, I put my Dorothy Perkins nude heels on and I was ready to go brunch. Until a neighbour who regularly witnesses my weekend tripod-shoots pointed out to me (helpfully?) “you know, I can see your underwear in that”.
To the point, you Americans.
So, I went and got changed, but will be solving the white-shirt-underwear-dilemma and getting back to you, blog reader.
Hope you all had a great weekend….