No one ever told me that in New York City, brunch is an institution. A right of passage. The thing you’ll schedule second only to a long nap on your weekends in the city. I love breakfast as much as the next person, but guys…I did not know about brunch being a big deal.
But now? I totally get it. I mean really, if you tell me you don’t want to lazy about on a Saturday morning drinking mimosas and eating eggs with your friends, I might have to tell you you’re crazy. These brunch folk–they’re on to something.
Belt J. Crew
Cozy Saturday brunch called for an equally comfortable outfit in the form of a chunky wool sweater, bright pants and simple (but fun) accessories. To me, these red pants say “I put just enough thought into this outfit” or, alternatively, “I really can’t wait to eat a bacon egg and cheese.” Both work.
Oh, and by the way…that hot chocolate I’m drinking? Red. Velvet. I know.