It’s the middle of NY Fashion Week and I feel like I’ve been stuck in a fashion vortex where all things unrelated to fashion cease to exist. In the past five days, I haven’t spoken to any friends that don’t work in fashion, nor have I spoken to my mom. I haven’t folded my clothes, washed my dishes (not that I have anything other than cups since I’ve been home only to shower, sleep, and take the occassional swig of water), read a book, watched TV, or done anything “normal.”
I haven’t called any guys back (sorry!!), scheduled any dates, or responded to any “Where have you been, when can I see you?” texts. Every second of free time I’ve had has been dedicated to (a) playing with Suz, (b) shoveling food down my throat as quickly as possible, or (c) sleeping.
This is why I’m home tonight (skipping a Prada party and the official Giants Superbowl victory party that the team members are having at TenJune) and blogging this instead of out and about. I’m taking the night off. And my cell is still set to silent. It’s all about relaxation and some qt with my pup!
