Tribeca Mom got her first tattoo yesterday: a monogram of her son’s and husband’s first initials. It sits right on the inside of her left wrist, where it will peek out from underneath her Hermes Cape Cod watch, a genius reflection of her preppy/cool style. Nobody is a greater master of high/low dressing than Tribeca Mom, and when she showed up at at the desperately hip Williamsburg tattoo salon (Andrea and I came along for moral support) it was in an outfit I couldn’t stop marveling at. So simple, and yet enviably threw-it-together cool. It takes a lot to make purple leopard print sneakers work, readers, but I swear to you, they did.
*who actually has a name, Meredith Rollins, and does some first-rate blogging of her own.