Let's Hear it for New Yooooork

{1st polaroids at mode models, circa 2002. gulp}

Again. 

I just can't stop talking about it or doing my best Jay-Z/Sarah Jessica Parker combo in the middle of the living room. 

New York Fashion Week is rapidly approaching,

and thanks to the magic of world-traveling father-in-laws, my $10 plane ticket will get me there and back quite nicely for my 1st girls' trip since the Bean was born. Thanks Papa Pete!

In between finagling* our way into those stuffy white tents, my east coaster friend J.J. and I have been compiling a list of the who/what/where/wear for NYC.

{*Plan D: My highest heels paired with my thickest European accent, and I think we should have a solid 2% chance of getting backstage).

SoHo, Meatpacking District, Brooklyn (where a Portlandia girl like me will fit in), Central Park, shopping, (ahem, window shopping, Daniel, window shopping), and the #5 special on as many take-out menus as possible. 

Yes. Six days of city lights and greasy korean bbq should suffice.

Though, I'm sure the minute I step foot into the airport I'll start outrageously missing my boys, 

but that's nothing a new pair of Louboutins won't cure. 

haha. funny joke. I mean, nothing a new pair of... Old Navy flip flops won't cure. Sigh.

But they'll be NEW YORK Old Navy flip flops! 

...

xoxo

{Bon Bon}