Happy New York Fashion Week!

If you've been following along here for awhile, you know that Fashion Week and me don't really mix. Fashion Week is fun, and glamorous, and exciting…and it also stresses me out, because when it comes to getting dressed, I never feel quite right unless I look exactly like myself, and for the past few years, at least, that means feeling comfortable. And "comfortable" isn't exactly the M.O. of Fashion Week attendees.

Is it too much to ask to look kind of great and feel kind of great?

Hmmmm.

I don't even know what this outfit is, but despite the fact that it's kind of a mess…I like it. I put it on because I was unpacking and it was twenty thousand degrees and humid and I needed to wear as little as possible but am so sick of denim shorts that I could scream, and only then did I realize that it's sort of…great. In a confusing way.

Looking back over my posts this summer...

Man, I've been such a mushball.

All you need is love and family and et cetera et cetera. But honestly: that's how it's felt, like we've been existing in this little just-us bubble, and it's exactly what we needed after a year of being separated more often than we've been together. I know the summer has to end - and it is ending, in just two days - and that's OK; it's definitely time to get home and back to reality…but I'll miss it. I want to take a piece of it with me.