And just like that, last week’s episode was the penultimate chapter in a series many of us have grown up with. I can’t believe it’s almost over, and no, I’m still not taking back my opinion that Season 3, Episode 1 was horrific (Aidan in the truck. Need I say more?).
As the story arcs wind toward their finales, we start with Carrie at her old neighborhood bakery, ordering many, many Thanksgiving pies. The other women are annoyed they couldn’t place an order, but the shop owner quickly points out how they weren’t there for her during the pandemic, but Carrie was.
Carrie feels awkward but not so uncomfortable that she stops overordering pies. It’s one of those New York moments: living in a city so vast it can feel anonymous but realizing that even small acts of loyalty can change someone’s story.
Episode 11: Forget About the Boy
The only reason I didn’t include Carrie’s Coach Kisslock Frame Bag last week (when it was perched on her dresser) is that I knew it was about to have its moment. This bag was practically a supporting character—big, bold, and unapologetically New York.
Speaking of New York, Carrie is wrestling with her own life’s direction. She’s happy… and also a little sad. So naturally, she walks by her old apartment just to twist the knife. There she runs into Lisette, her old neighbor and the new owner, and gets invited to a party.
Back uptown, Harry begs Charlotte to stay home for Thanksgiving instead of going to Miranda’s. I actually laughed out loud when he said, “She probably makes her stuffing with white bread and has NPR on instead of football.” Honestly… accurate. Also, yes, I took that as a personal attack and am now researching better stuffing recipes.
Proposal of the week? Giuseppe popped the question to Anthony in the Bergdorf Goodman dressing room. Anthony says yes—and then spirals, because significant life changes have a way of doing that to all of us.
The group gathers for Rock Goldenblatt and Henry Wexley’s school performance, but before the show starts, a trio of “well-meaning moms” manages to salt the wound of Herbert’s recent loss.
Lisa’s outfit here is a masterclass in colorplay—bright, intentional, and impossible to ignore. Also, when did we collectively stop talking about Pierre Hardy bags? Because we shouldn’t have. I’m adding them back to my list.
Charlotte, meanwhile, has a moment of quiet reflection after seeing Rock perform. Charlotte’s always embraced a very traditional, ultra-feminine style for herself—frills, heels, pink, the works—so watching Rock on stage in a different expression of self clearly stirred something in her. It’s that complex mix of love, pride, and adjustment that comes when your child’s path isn’t the one you imagined. Charlotte doesn’t dwell on it outwardly, but the moment lands with weight.
Also, can we talk about her closet cameo for the Polène Numéro Neuf? Because yes.
Seema, on the other hand, is thriving. In fact, hers might be the only storyline heading toward a purely happy ending. Lucky Seema.
Carrie closes the episode by adding an epilogue to her novel that ensures her character doesn’t end up alone, per her editor’s request. And while tidy “happy endings” are nice, I’m not sure that’s the Carrie I’ve rooted for all these years.
This series has always been about women navigating life in NYC: work, love, friendship, and family. Sometimes, the most honest endings are the messy ones. Next week, we’ll see which version of Carrie we get.
