Oh, my dears, New York was truly amazing. It felt a little ridiculous to go for Fashion Week, have the opportunity to squeeze myself into a runway show or two, and instead opt to just hang with friends … but not TOO ridiculous. Fashion Week happens every whipstitch, and I just wanted to soak up the awesome that came off my friends in big, loving waves.
I went to school in upstate New York, so some of my dearest friends in the world are in NYC. It felt so renewing to spend time with them again. I’ve got a high school bud who defected to Brooklyn ages ago, and was lucky enough to spend my Valentine’s dinner in her amazing presence. Also had a chance to visit the astonishing Eileen Fisher showroom, an experience that merits its own post. But, of course, I assume you’re mainly interested in hearing about the blogger meet-ups. And they were BOUNTIFUL.