In New York, the trees start flowering somewhere between DC and Boston, and by the first-and-a-half week of April, buds are giving way to a flurry of pink blooms. This is magic. It's hopeful and enchanting all at once, and you can't help but feel like something from a storybook has jumped off the pages and into Central Park and down the West Village streets. While four of my Aries beauties (read: best friends who happen to also be Aries) have March birthdays, Rhianna and her forever-best friend Anikó (who was in from CHIC-ago) are April girls, and so we all bloomed together last weekend, having the girl date that was over four years in the making.
Blossoms are simple, and they make everything special.