That is really her name. Coryander Friend.
So I think we can all agree that she possesses the best name in the world.
She's also gorgeous & a set decorator & has great style.
I met her at a Mohawk Gen Store party. It was a winter evening and she walked in the store wearing a red plaid, ear flap hat à la Elmer Fudd, a ridiculously chic black wool coat, a lovely warm smile and a bright green CV clutch that went so well with all of it.
Last week, she stopped by the store (wearing a black CV messenger) because she had to find a replacement for her beloved green clutch which she'd worn so nearly to death, she brought it to a shoe place to try to bring it's life back. A week later when she went to pick it up, she found the same well-loved and worn bag only now with a boatload of green shoe polish all over it. She wanted to cry.
Instead she decided to come get a new clutch.
What ensued was an epitomic bag shopping episode, every girl knows well:
She loved the bright peony colored foldover...
But the pebbled grey was sooo fantastic...
But the peony pink replaced her badly missed green by being another burst of brightness.
Oooh, but the gray was just suuch a good neutral.
This is the mirror she was reflecting her choices in...I swear none of this is acting I was documenting Coryander's real shopping dilemma.
Dilemma being the operative word as then she saw the royal blue pebble and all hell broke loose in the decision process.
Grey pebble was then shoved to the back burner and the race was now between oversized royal blue pebble and peony pink.
Peony pink won.
After all, it was Coryander and she was looking to replace a dear bright Friend.