New York Fashion Week

I should be finding a photographer, securing hotel rooms, discovering a reception band, and sending save the dates.

I'm not.

Instead, I'm glued to #nyfw. It is like I'm there with @CutBlog, @MarieClaire, @Booth1 and @Nordstroms. And I'm finding more fashion lovers by simply searching #nyfw in twitter search. The much anticipated Marc Jacobs' show must be amazing with the crazy hair, make and sholder pads. I've yet to see anything. The blogs don't have photos. But by piecing together a few spectators tweets, I know that what the runways are like. Models have fallen and there has been a crying out for shorter shoes. In a very PETA sort of way.

Either way. "I Die" for DVF and Marc and all the others. 

Valentine's Day and engagement

I first met Aaron in a dorm room. I was dating someone else, and wasn't looking for a new lovah. And I might have been a tad bitchy.


I was reintroduced to him at a singles Valentine's Day party. I knew I immediately liked him. And started to flirt. He just thought I was weird. And wondered why I kept sliding down towards him on the couch. He kept moving farther away. Damn him.


I finally caught him. Five years later we still are spending Valentine's Day together. But I think this year we will be mutually flirting. And spending time with my favorite.


Now I need to figure out what I'm wearing. At least my heart will be on my sleeve. Or on my hand. In the form of a ring. Okay that was a tad cheesy.