8 Hours

We spent exactly 8 hours in New York City. We paid $50 to park for those 8 hours. When I came back to Hamilton the first thing I did was hug a parking meter; the kind that takes dimes.
It was our plan to stay in NYC for a few days but with the impending storm (Nemo? We're naming snow storms now?), we figured we should get out of the city. This way we could also get the truck across the border before the weekend and then go work the storm. It wasn't the fun option but it was the right decision. Matt and I looked at each other and had a moment where we congratulated ourselves on our maturity. We're into celebrating that stuff...

8 hours isn't a lot of time but it was enough time to wear sequins to Kendi's Gap event, catch up with that kid and expose our ankles to the cold like true fashion bloggers. It was also good to hug Jessie, meet Anna and Sarah and talk to (and jealousy ogle) a sweet gal who was wearing a thrifted (!) Rag and Bone leather vest.
We left NYC at 11:30 p.m. and drove home straight through the night. We had to wait an hour and a half at the border to register the vehicle, so we got some sleep in the parking lot of a church. That made us feel like legit road trippers... Well, that and getting pulled over by state troopers a day earlier.

We came back to Hamilton Friday morning in the midst of the storm. I ended up pretty much sleeping for the next 24 hours. I'd been fighting against getting sick all week but after 4 days of road tripping, my body had had enough. I felt terrible. I felt even more terrible about not being able to plow in the storm. I know how hard it is to clear and stay on top of a big storm and I was not happy that I had to bail on work. Finally, we get a huge storm like the good old days and I end up in bed the entire time... Sad.

And that, my friends, was my foray into New York Fashion Week. What can I say? My life is 24/7 glamour...