9.06.2008

HomeSick

...maybe a little yesterday. I was a bit tired of walking, afraid I might be running out of money, and wondering how do you go to fashion week in heels and designer dress without hiring a car service.

I am certainly not wearing a Luca Luca or anything else expensive, for that matter, down in the basement of the grubby subway. I don't mean to be rude but I am a bit
of a germaphobe and when confronted with suspect environments my brain bubbles up double time with thoughts like:

How many men went to the lue and didn't wash their hands. Women even if they don't wash at least have tissue paper between their girly part and their hand.

A man's hand...right on it!!

So I am touching a pole in the subway that has been touched by a thousand men who touch their wiggle stick...

Ergo, I am touching a thousand wiggle sticks!!


The Blonde needs a raincoat for hands!!

9.05.2008

Under-Dressed, Moi?!



Oh, No, No...Yes!!

It was a plethora of fun summer dresses at the U.S. Open. These just happened to be walking in front of me. I was sporting my armadillo brown summer dress with Ralph Lauren sandals, a brown leather paisley hobo, and matching driver's cap.

I did notice the more fashionistas were sitting in the lower decks. Things got a bit more comfortable in clothing the higher I got in the promenades. I felt so detached from the game being incredibly high in the deck, being alone wasn't fun, and so I left before Federer started to play.

I went cruising the shops. I was wanting for the little cable knit sweater dress ($375) in the Ralph Lauren store, a new racket from the Wilson store, and finally a pair of cool tennis sneaks at the Nike shop. Unfortunately nothing was purchased. This trip has cost more and paid less than I thought and one must conserve their finances for more important endeavors like daily incidentals for the next week.

I am supposed to go to the Luca Luca show on Tuesday but quite frankly, I don't want to go anymore.

I don't have anything to wear!

I couldn't fit my designer hobo bags in my suitcase, I brought all the completely wrong pairs of shoes, my hair needs trimming, my nails are a horrible wreck, and I have blisters all over my once pretty little toes from walking around town in new sandals.


I am having a fashion meltdown, people!!!

I really, really wanted that sweater dress!!


Blondes prefer buying to shopping!!!

Lucky 7's


Just a photo I took as I crossed over the wooden planks to the Open.

Blondes like playing with pictures!!

9.04.2008

The Subway is Grey


New things need to be very black and white for this Blonde, especially when it comes to directions. If it were not for the step-by-step guide dictated to me over and over again plus writing it down multiple times, I would have failed miserably in my first attempt to use the subway system. I held onto those scribbled pieces of paper ( kept one in my back pocket, one in my handbag, and one in my hand) like they held the only code to stop a nuclear missile strike on mankind.


I chose Federer and Mueller as two excellent reasons to break my subway cherry. I go down the stairs at 56th and 3rd and pop my debit card in the machine choosing only a $7 pass (good for 4 swipes—it says rides but as long you stay behind the twirly gate, you can ride as much as you want—so its by swipes).

Next I went through the twirly gate spotting a couple that was going to the Open as well. How did I know? She had a strapless plaid J Crew dress with gold flips and he was sporting a white ball cap and Ray-ban aviators. I knew where they were headed and I was going to use them as my secret tour guide to the event.

UH OH

They were steering away from the directions on my note card and I had strict instructions to follow my notes, not strangers that look like they might be going to the Open, and so as much as I wanted to follow them like I was a lemur baby clinging to my pack, I stayed firmly planted on my side of the track.

I am glad I didn’t stray!!

I maneuvered the trains like I was a pro, well a football pro with the game book in his hands.

Speaking of football, I am logging out to watch my Skins play the Giants…

Stop laughing!!

Blondes don't bail when times are tough!!!

9.03.2008

Austin, your High!!

Thanks y'all for acclimating me to the high cost of living.

Because of you I haven't felt the slighest pinch in my Gucci pocketbook. Groceries, take out, restaurants, department stores, and even specialty boutiques. I am paying the equivalent or less for the same caliber and sometimes even better, and I am in New York for crike sakes!!



Blondes like training sessions!

Subway is for Sandwiches

...not for tooling this Blonde around the city. Even though I have studied the subway map and am certain I will have absolutely no problem using it. I don't plan on using it until an emergency situation.

I spent an entire summer in Hong Kong without having to use the train, I think I can handle New York without the trains, for the next several weeks. Besides, I am still enjoying the streets and what they have to offer me in way of little boutiques and bistros.

I recently relocated from 52nd to 85th on the east side near Lexington and its a whole new world to discover. I have already picked out several places for quick and quiet lunches and will run in the park cutting across to do a little 'Whole Food' shopping at Time Water Center tomorrow.

I am disappointed in the recycling I haven't seen. Come on New York...get a little greener!!

Blondes love greenery!!

9.02.2008

Loving the Scenery in New York





...and still icksnay on the ubsway!!!

Blondes like changing view points!!

9.01.2008

Noway Subway!


I am not climbing aboard just quite yet.

Trying to ride the subway today was just like the first time I tried to jump off the high dive. Once I was up on the board I couldn't let go of the hand rails to walk the plank of doom. I wanted to come back down the ladder quicker than a ho on a man's ying yang!!
I was not ready and although they tried to block me and encourage me to jump, I was not about to attempt something I wasn't ready for!

I feel the same way today about the rail system. I am not ready. I stood at the top of the stairs that lead down to the platform. I felt I was 12 years old again and having to shut the lights off downstairs in the wine cellar. I would carefully walk down the hollowed stairwell, listen for the boogie man or any sign of creepy creatures, then quietly lean over without leaving the last step to flip the switch, and run like a jack rabbit banshee up the stairs to the monster free zone.


I am still walking and desperately wanting the comfort of my wheels left back home but I am determined to try again tomorrow. I will be brave and walk down the stairs of adversity and peak at my fears...

Without letting my foot of the safety step.

Baby steps!

Baby steps!

Blondes don't like going down!!