Here in NYC, we’re in the throes of NYFW, a week where the fashionably fabulous charge the Upper West Side in stilettos and crop tops. Last September, I attended my first fashion week and wrote about the experience here. This year I paired way down because of work and because Anel and I are focusing on moving later this week. I did attend a few shows and events and will have some outfit pics to share with you soon from the tents but I thought I’d stray from the crowd and be the only fashion blogger to not share a NYFW outfit with you all today.
I’m already feeling overly emotional about our move to the â€˜burbs on Friday and hanging around people who care so much about something so vain is actually painful. Don’t get me wrong, I love seeing all my blogger buds from out of town, spending time with my friends, getting free blow outs every day (a big thank you to Joico and Tresemme), and attending fabulous parties, I just don’t care to do that all day every day for a full week. It’s exhausting!
Instead, I’d rather traipse around with good friends and family as I say goodbye to the city in the most flattering jeans that I’ve ever owned. I’m obsessed. You’ll see me in nothing else this fall.
Photos by Bekka Palmer.