New York Fashion Week in a Day

A day is all it took for me to see what everything was about.

I definitely will hire a car for the events next year. Having to a hail a cab in a crowd of other arms waiving them down forced me to move several blocks away to find one of my own. In my wrap around stillettos it became a bit of a bore to feel my feet scream at me for the umpteenth time.

Do you see what your doing to us?

Do you?

Do you see these blisters?!

We have pounded the pavement for your writing career?

We don't even read!!

You don't appreciate us. You don't care about us. You just care about you and all your weight is wearing us down.

Take us to the spa or we are shutting down, right now!!!

My feet shut down. I literally could not walk another inch and so I stood outside the Promenade tent in a massive wave of other arms, waiting the tide to turn my way and cast a yellow chariot in my direction to surf me and my precious feet home.

In appreciation of my feet, I took them to a spa and spent a little extra extra something for a happy ending.

A paraffin wax treatment and French manicure!!

Blondes like twinkle toes!!

Needless to Say

This will be my preferred mode of transit today. I am dressed in a Diesel dress with 3" heels and my Fendi bag for the shows today.

Texas

taxi

Texas

taxi

Blondes think home is calling!!

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!!

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!!