For Old Times' Sake

I wasn't hungry the same time everyone else was hungry last night. (I also wasn't in the mood for spaghetti marinara.) At 10 p.m., after our guests ambled off to their rooms, I went downstairs and found myself in the kitchen alone. Alone! Oh, how I've missed feeling alone. So what did I do? I reverted back to my old habits: I made myself a bowl of instant ramen noodles with a poached egg, munched on a cold cucumber, and flipped through a magazine–all while standing up at the kitchen counter. Pure satisfaction.

The Case for Cup Noodles

A page from Marie Claire

In the last company I worked for, our office manager ordered a case of Cup Noodles for the kitchen. "For emergencies," she said, in a motherly way, "When everyone is running to back-to-back meetings and there's no time to grab lunch." She was onto something. There'd be grueling days when our noses would be put to the grind and we wouldn't realize that we had missed lunch until we caught sight of the time at 3:30 p.m.

On those days, I'd scurry into the kitchen, tear open a Cup Noodles, and anxiously await for the water to boil in the electric tea kettle. It was such a guilty pleasure thing. Like, I knew it was totally bad for me, but at that point of hunger, I just wanted a "hot meal" on the spot. The boiling water burbles as it's being poured into the Styrofoam, cooking the noodles and creating a broth from a powdered seasoning. Magically, the dehydrated peas, carrots, and corn are brought back to life.

I'd twirl a heap of those thin curly noodles onto a fork and take a sip of that ridiculously salty broth after each bite. This is not real food, I'd tell myself. You're not doing this again. This is the last time! There's no nutritional value here—these are empty calories! Three minutes. When all you've got is three minutes, boy, does it feel real.

9 1/2 Weeks of Timeless Style

No caption necessary.

Yes. This really happened on a Friday night: I bought 9 1/2 Weeks on iTunes and watched it while eating a bowl of instant ramen noodle soup, to which I added chopped scallions and an egg in an attempt to add more nutritional value.

For those of you who don't know, it chronicles the complicated and risqué relationship that unfurls between Elizabeth, a vulnerable SoHo gallerist (played by Kim Basinger), and John, a Wall Streeter who possesses the qualities of an everyday psychopath (played by Mickey Rourke).

Other than the fact that it takes place in New York City, what I love about this film is Kim Basinger's look and wardrobe: Her tousled hair and smudgy eyeliner... The silky ivory blouse, slouchy sweaters, razor-sharp skirt suit... And sexy black dresses... Rent or buy this movie immediately!

For the Love of Shoes

Photo taken at Creatures of Comfort on Mulberry Street

Oops, I did it again.

I fell in love with a pair of shoes. Acne's ankle-wrapped, block-heeled "Terra" pumps, to be exact.

They're the kind of shoes that look sort of odd and hideous on display, but, when I tried them on, I just knew. It was like Cinderella's foot sliding perfectly into that glass slipper. What's special to me about these shoes is that they're sexy, but not in that typical Louboutin way. There's a certain allure in the confidence and boldness of the design. I was seduced.

I knew that I wanted them. It wasn't a question of if I would buy them. It was a matter of when, and, really, if we're to get down to it, how.

The obstacle for the "how" was my budget. I had been checking things off of my fall shopping list left and right and didn't expect to come across these beauties. They weren't on the list, so, I added them as "day-to-night heels."

On the same day that I made the purchase, I bought a 5-pack f instant ramen noodles, which I figured would cover dinner Monday through Friday. I also swore that I would make cut-backs on everything else in order to balance out this expense.

Strangely, this was a reminder that life is just moving pieces: If you want this, cut back on that... And so forth. When you really want to make something happen, there's always a way. Not entirely sure this was the most responsible way to go about it, but the answer is always there–you just have to figure it out.