Once Upon a Wet Wednesday

Oh look, I did it again! Shocker. I could give all the excuses in the world, but would you really believe me? Probably not, but the pure honest truth is that I. am. busy. No one told me how much work it is to take care of myself on a daily basis: cooking, cleaning, bill-paying, errand-running, shopping (for food, of course), .... and working! All the time.
I love my job, but in the spirit of full disclosure, I am a teensy bit tired. Now, this is partly my own fault since I cannot go to bed before 11pm. Chalk it up to 4 years of all-nighters. College schedule = one hard habit to bust! But working a closing shift and then turning around to work an opening shift can be draining. All my efforts to lay off the coffee have been totally trashed. Sigh.

On the bright side, Savannah is a wonderful place to be if you have a day off. Have I mentioned the beach is only 20 minutes away??

Mmmmmm sandy, sunny bliss pretty much makes everything worth it.
I am still promising to post pictures one day. You will be so surprised when I actually pull through! Thanks for sticking with me. Love you guys!
-B.

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Savannah Calling

Bachelor of Science in Fashion: check.
Graduation: check.
Dream job with a well-known fashion name: check.
Move to Savannah: in progress.

Write a new list with the million+ things to do before leaving my hometown and taking on a brand new city all by myself: CHECK!
There are lists written on every scrap of paper unlucky enough to get in my way. Watch out Georgia!

See you on the other side of the Uhaul truck!
-B.

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Late Nights and Early Parades

*Perfect reading position*

*Pick a beach. Any beach*

*Dance in the waves*

*Jackie O. goes to the picnic*

*Aerie's delicate new arrivals*

Thoughts of summer filled my head when Aerie and StyleFind filled my inbox.
Dear Time: please fly.
-B.

PS: Your lovely comments have made my days so bright. Thank you and welcome, new readers!
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In Now: New York Post

The weather outside is frightful, but that's to be expected when a southern girl leaves her natural habitat and heads north for the New Year. What was I thinking? Thankfully, I'm fully equipped with boots, hats, scarves, gloves, and of course, a few fabulous coats.

Watching the ball drop in Times Square on TV has been a tradition for who-knows-how-long so this year we decided to do something really different: going to Times Square to watch the ball drop. Thus, here I sit in a tiny appartment somewhere in mid-town Manhattan. I have no idea where I am once I leave the building. If someone were to spin me in a circle one time, I strongly doubt I could even find the front door again. Yes, it's that bad.

Anyways, we headed up-town earlier today and I spent quite a bit of time people-watching while lunching on 5th Ave. It wasn't long before 3 trends began popping out repeatedly. Skinny jeans, flat boots, and skinny jeans with flat boots. Do New Yorkers not wear anything else? I felt out of place with my heeled, pointy boots and slight boot-cut trousers. Ugg is everywhere. Maybe it's just my view, but personally I don't think I can pull them off. Give me heels or.... well, heels. It is the rare occasion when I break out the flats, and my feet have to be in serious pain before I go to the last resort.

Tomorrow I head out again, this time in jeans and maybe (gasp) silver skimmers. After all, I did spend most of my day traipsing up and down the upper-east side. Who wants to take a cab when there are stores as far as the eye can see?

Go shopping New York,

-B.

Vroom vroom

After enduring the pain and suffering that accompanyed my car going into the shop nearly 5 weeks ago, I finally got my baby back today. The afore mentioned pain and suffering refer to me driving my brothers car to and from school every day. My brother's non-airconditioned, non-radio-ed, non-anything-remotely-extra, non-21st-century Mazda. "Trixie", as my sparkly white Chevy was aptly named by the girls and me, is back on the highway and good as new. It almost makes me look forward to tomorrow's pre-8:00 am drive.
Go shopping,
-B.