7:30am: Day 3. What day is this? Where am I? What’s going on today? Luckily, the answer is: Lotsa friendship. I need it. Especially after last night. Woof. Comforter snuggles for just 5 more minutes.
8:30am: So much for ‘just 5 minutes’. This is going to be a morning that calls for Starbs. Why am I just now realizing there’s one in the lobby of our hotel? Thursday & Friday would have been Starbs days too. Devil. Salted caramel & back into bed. I already know what I’m wearing thanks to Lulu*s. Catch the whole look here. I’m owning this Saturday morning. OWNING IT. Lots of work to be done. & emails to be read. All of the writing. So many words. Not enough coffee. God bless KIND for shipping me salted caramel + dark chocolate mocha bars that are acceptable for every meal & the times in between. I eat 3. No judgment. After Day 1 it’s all about survival.
9:50am: I’m clothed & makeup-ed. But I need shoes. I turn to you via Twitter. Thanks for helping me choose, friendship.
10am: Krista’s hosting a makeup/hair/champs situation at her place. I don’t need to get ready – they’ll just fix me up there. Well, the hair’s already done because hat. & after yesterday’s face paint fiasco I don’t trust anyone to touch my face. I head on over, see old friends & meet new ones. Girlfriends, makeup, & booze. I couldn’t have asked for a better morning.
Reunited with this one + it feels so good
1:50pm: It’s time for Mara Hoffman. A group of us head over in a cab. What else? I need a Kickstarter campaign for a February Fashion Week cab fund. The struggle is real. I rearrange people to make this happen. It’s all for the Insta. We roll up to the tents. So many stairs. After standing in line for an ungodly amount of time (standard), we get a standing spot on the opposite side of the door. Why wasn’t I thinking. I wanted to make a quick break to the rS party. Mara starts. This is my last show of the season. I try to soak it all in. The beat, the models, the prints, THE HATS. Hats are happening again. This is a thing. Ok. I’m also wearing a hat today. This is officially a thing & I’m making it my thing. Hats are going to be a thing in life. Noted. The show ends. I’m still on hats.
It’s OK to be jealous of my spot. Hashtag the fab life. This is what REAL Fashion Week looks like, ladies.
2:45pm: We dart across the street to The Empire. Half our group continues to the next block to hit a pop-up. I literally cannot even with the heat right now. Need air conditioning. & a wall to lean against. I’m going no further than The Empire entrance. Godspeed other group, Godspeed.
3:30pm: The elevator ride up is only about 10 seconds but it’s something I remember vividly every year because they stuff you into this hot box like sardines & for a moment you actually contemplate death. Not that you’re going to commit it, well maybe – I’m looking at you, you gum smacker – rather that you’re going to succumb to the heat & your claustrophobia that gets exponentially worse every time you step into this death trap. Someone laughs & says they’re claustrophobic which you know is a lie since if they really were they’d be counting to ten in their head & cherishing every deep breath they were taking. Talk about a real struggle. Never meet me in an elevator, folks. The doors open & I hit the nearest bar. One of the most lovely Kendra Scott PR reps is standing by her lonesome. I take the opportunity to reintroduce myself to her. We’d met a few weeks prior at rS’ night in DC. Her accent & overall demeanor make me want to move to Texas. I remember I hate the heat which, by the way, is currently OOC. Sweat is running down my back. & face. & legs. Who in the sweet hell thought it was a good idea to wear a felt-f*cking-hat today. It starts to rain. OMG this hat was the best idea I’ve ever had.
I run into all of my friends in a span of 15 minutes. This is one of my favorite things about the rS party. That & the photo booth which I compromised multiple times.
Everyone is here. Minus my favorite ginger. Her brand new kid is being baptized tomorrow. I told her to come & we’d baptize her in the fountain outside the tents at Lincoln Center. She didn’t go for it. I grab her a bag with a prezzie in it because friendship. So many people. So much friendship. So many
amateurs women abusing the open bar. This is not the place, LADIES. We grab a corner, kick off our heels, & get to catching up. Before half of the group gets good & liquored we make reservations at the closet restaraunt: PJ Clarke’s. Two hours, & 20 girls later the entire table orders burgers. Except for Alex. Because, apparently, she’s a lady. The group makes plans to go out. The time is now. I either change into this number & head out for the night or I save it for tomorrow & prioritize football. We all know how this ended up.
I pull a fast Irish goodbye & head back to the hotel for more important things. It takes me 20 minutes to get a cab. I finally Uber. Thank gawd for Uber. I can’t be too angry. I’ve had enough champs for an entire bachelorette party in the last 10 hours & this is my view. We beat Michigan. In the final game of our series. 31-0. Celebrations must be had. Amanda comes over for booze, boy talk, & general shenanigans. Football for the win. I’ll save this little number for Day 4 & revel in this sweet Irish victory.
A few of you asked out the bracelet that’s pictured above. It’s from a HAWT new designer in Texas who happens to be a friend of mine. Obviously, I’m a little biased but this thang is sah good. I’ve been wearing it non-stop, adding a little flash of color to recent outfits. Shop her agate cuffs here!
P.S. Find my Day 4 recap here.
Questions? Isn’t it stressful? Do you really need to go? How do you get in?
Comments? This is dumb, I hate Fashion Week. You should get in a Jimmy Kimmel FW video next season.
Concerns? It’s unhealthy to substitute KIND bars for actual meals. But they’re so delicious, you guys.
This wraps up Fashion Week rundowns for this season cuz I was lame & only stayed 4 days. Darn you, real life commitments! In a few weeks, we’ll chat about how to take some of my favorite looks off the runway into real life but until then, if you have any questions, comments, or concerns, leave them in the comments below, email me, or ask me on social media >> @districtsparkle