Every morning, I get up, get ready, drink a cup of coffee (AMEN!), grab keys/wallet/phone and head out the door. Next step like most other New Yorker's - ear buds in. The song that comes on as I walk to the subway can arguably set the tone for my whole day. . . .
Whatever. We all do it. Channel your inner Regina George. Kim K and her pre-North, Shamu get up, Madonna and her coned boobies and lets not forget about the Bjork Swan disaster of 2001 and the Amex Card dress of 1995. All hideous - all moments in fashion history where we would have arguably rather thrown a bag of flour on the offending celebrity instead of letting them walk another 12 feet down a couture studded runway. . . .
Last night my "dreams" came true! I had someone ELSE do my hair while I sipped on a cocktail and gabbed with friends. Thanks to Bailey's new Vanilla Cinnamon (GLAM) I was invited to Rachel Zoe's Dream Dry Salon for a "Stylish Night" of sips and shampooing, and to be pampered after a long hard day at the office... . . .
Its official today marks 100 days of me living in New York City! Whoo Hoo! So far it’s been amazing, even though it’s claimed a few pairs of shoes, a few scraped knees (care of said shoes) a lot of cab fare and some much needed hours of sleep, but nonetheless I survived! . . .