Last time I tried my hand at Chicago, it snowed eight inches the first night I was there. But my amazing hotel made up for it.
This time, I had the opposite experience. No snow (didn’t realize that was possible for Chicago) and the saddest hotel in the city. Apparently just because you are on Michigan Ave, doesn’t mean you should expect quality.
I was in town for the COAST Show, a Chicago/Miami/NY market, and had the Hunter Bell Fall/Winter 2014 collection with me. Thank God, all those coats came in handy.
I had walked to a teeny little french wine bar one night for dinner and the waiter made the observation that I must not be from the area. “You look like you’re wearing three coats and a scarf and it’s only 45 degrees out.” He laughed, I didn’t. I was still cold.
Maybe next time, I’ll skip Chicago and go try Miami. I’ll swap snow for sand and coats for bikinis.
And have a mojito. (two)