Oh my god you guys I’m so relieved to not be diving into the madness of New York Fashion Week this season! I’m laying low with baby girl (BG), while my trusty intern Ashley and my fashionable friend Grace will be fighting the crowds and catching shows in my place. I will be lolling about in comfy clothing under an infant rainbow while my counterparts trudge around Lincoln Center with foot pain.
But don’t even start posting about how awesome everything is and how perfect your outfit is and how gorgeous that one show was OK? And quit looking so cute and stylish petting that adorable puppy.
Haha! Just kidding I’m fine. I am checking prices on last minute flights. But I am totally OK with sitting this season out. I have livestreams! Obviously. Shut up.
Right, so if like me you’re not headed to NYC and completely hunky dory with that situation, you probably won’t want to check out New York Magazine’s disgustingly thorough list of where and when every single one is happening. I mean who really cares? Seriously.