I don’t know how other girls get ready for fashion shows. But something tells me they do not teach a hot yoga class, skip a shower, throw on a dress, show up an hour late, change again in the parking lot (obviously) and accidentally run out on the runway to a round of applause just as the final parade of models is making its way around the room.
Just another day in the life.
But I panicked at the last second and decided I can’t pull off red. It’s true. I feel like people are looking at me like, “Why is she trying so hard?” Which is how I ended up in this instead:
Other than me missing the entire show and walking on the runway like an idiot, it was a great night. We got stupid in the photo booth, mingled and made a beeline to The Liberty for dinner.
Oh! And look who I found… (I did not take this picture like a creeper. It’s on the Tweeter.)
Charlotte is far too small of a city for our paths not to have crossed until now. As expected, she’s gorgeous and a wee-tiny little human being. And I think she might like cats as much as I do so we’re probably going to be friends now.
I wrapped the night up with an emergency trip to Common Market in unnecessarily high heels for a damn bag of mini marshmallows. Because this is who I am.
Today is today. Ate a monstrous smoothie bowl (actually filled it up twice). Taught some yoga. Meetings all afternoon. More yoga tonight. PlateShare video conference. Fight Gone Mad re-launch party. Probably more marshmallows. You know the drill.