No I haven't disappeared, I've been working, and navigating the NYC dating scene albeit rather unsuccessfully. In one year of singledom I feel I've learned (too much), lost (too much) and at last found myself at home in my own skin.
I took a trip down to AZ recently, last month to be exact, after what seems like the longest winter in NY to date. Having lived here nearly ten years, that's saying quite a lot. I'm reminded of these lyrics in "The Boxer" by Simon and Garfunkel, "and wishing I was gone, going home, where the New York City winters aren't bleeding me."
I am being a tad melodramatic, just a tad! I really miss the style blogosphere. At some point I reminded myself that I wanted to work in fashion not just talk about it with teenagers online. No offense to them. I seriously wish I could suck the life force out of teenagers. They are so inspired, so in love, so intense about everything.
Just like I used to be.
That's what I've been doing, working in fashion and while it's not as glamourous as you'd think it is pretty damn exciting. I won't get into details here. My birthday is tomorrow, I'll be 23.
I'd been hoping to wear this dress, but NYC is still gloomy and cold. Eshakti sent it to me and offered to customize. It fits my exact measurements! Fits like a dream, how I hope every dress will fit when I try it on. In these photos I'd gained two or three pounds, my grandmother is a freakin' taco factory, she's such a sweetheart.
And that's my first personal style post in over a year.