Newport or Bust

So I have officially left New York City...and taken the Flagship CK Bradley Store with me.


I brought it all: Ping Pong table, bird cage, computers, printers, shredders, swivels, nuts, screws, file cabinets, hundreds of bolts of ribbon and fabric, enough wide wale corduroy to make a plush walkway from 72nd and Lexington to the Korean Deli on 74th, and obviously enough dresses and tote bags to clothe a small New England town in need of a makeover.

Let's face it. I had 6 fun and frisky years of punch parties, wedding fittings, hold ups,(the kind with Police chases) even customer set ups sending me on blind dates across the country. (The hold ups paled in comparison to the set ups...)

My friends and loyal CK Bradley followers have made out to Willie Nelson and Madonna in the dressing room. Some have met guys they are still dating and/or married to. (I am convinced it is the secret Punch that did the trick...) They have decked our 16' Christmas tree, with pretty hideous hand made ornaments (sorry guys), posed for impromptu and somewhat compromising photo shoots when asked, and taken part in CK Bradley Scavenger Hunts, Fake Weddings and Banditball. I love you guys.







And now you get to come to Newport.

CK Bradley is now in Newport, RI: 28 Bellevue Ave, opposite the Viking Hotel. Does it get better than that?

I've been pondering a move out of the Big Apple for a while. I'm a NATIVE New Yorker and have never lived anywhere else for long periods of time unless you count the Whomper, the almost livable CK Bradley Suburban. Which, by the way, I would take over any Motel 6's. At least I know what's gone on in the Whomper, which is more than I can say for a Motel 6.
Towards the end of my NYC days I made up ANY excuse to leave the city on LONG road trips for 'business' of course...to shake it up a bit and wonder if it was still dresses I loved designing. The more snow I chased the more I wanted to make Ski Bunny One Pieces...not the classic CK Bradley Cocktail Dress.

I mean who wouldn't be thrown off track when surrounded by the rough around the edges boys out West versus the suit clad new york boys without a callous on their hands? Wait. I'm off track. Today is not about boys or road trips. It is about Newport.

And here I am.

Obviously accounts of Boys, parties and ponderings to come....

-Now for my Next Crush, Bradley

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