I'll let you in on a secret: Every time it's time for me to travel away from New York, I get a nagging feeling that I don't really want to leave. One of my friends pinned it down as a fear of missing out. So much seems to happen here in a day that leaving, even for the most wonderful of vacations, means you'll lose some things in the process.

With a big life change looming in the horizon, it may be awhile until I take a big trip again. But when a weekend as lovely as this past one comes along, it doesn't feel like much of a sacrifice to stay put. We had a gorgeous weekend in Brooklyn—one made for a languid brunch full of girl talk, sunshine, and lovely bites of ricotta crostini, monkey bread and shrimp 'n grits at my favorite neighborhood spot.

The Brooklyn Flea opened in Fort Greene on Saturday, which meant I got to spend an afternoon picking through through knick knacks and checking out the wares of local crafts folks, all while enjoying a cone of Blue Marble peach ice cream.

On Sunday, Smorgasburg reopened at the Tobacco Warehouse in Dumbo—which would've been enough of a treat for me. But life brought me a little something extra: the amazing Kate, from all the way in London! Those who followed my 30 Before 30 Project might remember her from our road trip adventures. It's such a treat to have her back, even if it's just ever so briefly.

Kate is a fantastic knitwear designer and artist (as you'll see in her lovely blog/sketchbook), so there was no better person to spend an afternoon in Brooklyn Museum with. We had a lovely time checking out an exhibit by El Anatsui (which deserves, and will have, an entire post on its own), as well as the rest of the art spread throughout the Museum's five expansive floors. My favorites: Valerie Hegarty's Fallen Bierstadt, which shows a landscape painting in a state of decay; a watercolor and collage by Santi Moix displayed against a wall drawn on by the same artist using charcoal; a stack of vitrines containing whitewashed tokens from artist Terence Koh's childhood, friends and lovers, and flea market wanders; and Maximum Sensation by mounir fatmi, wherein 52 skateboards are covered in prayer rugs—a meditation on cultural hybrids by an artist raised in a Moroccan Muslim family while living in France. 

After a seemingly endless Winter, Spring has finally sprung in New York. The air feels thick with promise—and I can't wait to see what a new season will bring. This time, I won't miss a New York minute of it!