Today in my teenage angst, everyone (almost) in my blogisphere is at New York Fashion Week. I have a hard time imagining a world in which I would take part in Fashion Week of any kind. Not that I don't like or appreciate the Fashion world. I really do. Really really. But something like Fashion week is so far out of my scope I laugh at the thought of my presence.
And now I go of to my chiropractor appointment in my pj's without having showered, make-uped or, well no, I will brush my teeth. Maybe I don't get invited to NYFW because I'm just a little disgusting.