Manic Monday – Part 3 of 5, Fri-Yay Night!

After walking through the New York Historical Society, it was time for lunch and what else do you have for lunch while walking through the city other than a hotdog? Nathan’s it was!!! And on the steps of the Natural History Museum.

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And in front of the Natural History Museum I ate. And I will do it again.

Charged up and ready to walk! It was time to head over to FIT and Truemart for my fabric mission.

I walked into the shop with a fabric swatch and a notecard description. Draping fabric was what I was on the hunt for. “Is your friend an FIT student?” the shop clerk asked me. “Yes!” We had our answer: Muslin fabric, type 1 – draping muslin. With 23 yards of folded muslin, the entire roll to be exact, our mission was complete.

Fabric was the theme of my afternoon. The first exhibit at The Museum at FIT was Fashion Unraveled. The garments chosen for display in this exhibit were meant to not show the picture perfect but rather, to show the flaws that come to exist from wearing a piece over and over again or from repurposing.

My initial reaction to this exhibit was excitement for seeing what is real rather than a perceived reality. From seminars attended at the Fashion and Textile Museum in London and at the Museum of History and Industry in Seattle, I was hoping for a closer examination of the garments and textiles they chose to display. While it was noted what was done to the pieces, the gallery in which the garments were displayed was incredibly dark and the alterations to the pieces were hard to see.

The next exhibit I went to was called, Pink: The History of a Punk, Pretty, Powerful Color. I walked into the exhibit and realized I had unintentionally coordinated my outfit with the opening of the exhibit.

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Like the prior exhibit, I was slight disappointed with the written content throughout the gallery however, it was aesthetically gorgeous and I couldn’t have asked for more from that standpoint. Besides, I do love pink.

I returned to my hotel to put on my favorite outfit: black tulle skirt, black silk camisole, black and gold brocade jacket, black faux patent leather bow barrette, and kitten heels. This is quite possibly one of my favorite outfits overall (the skirt is a big factor in this) and made my way out for the Society Fashion Show at the Roosevelt Hotel.

The Society Show consisted of seven different designers. When I purchased my tickets to this show, I did not know whom I was going to be seeing. The vastly different array of designers was fun to watch. I’m so happy I was able to experience this show first hand.

Designer One: Trompeloeil

Designer Two: Nadia Azumi (her husband was sitting next to me. He was so proud of her. It was adorable.)

Designer Three: Lady Mariama

Designer Four: Houda El Fechka Eddiouane

Designer Five: Star Life Fashion Co.

Designer Six: Jus10H

Designer Seven: PIA BOLTE Fashion UG

I have to admit, that upon leaving the show, I was slightly disappointed in my choices. This trip had meant so much to me. All I had wanted to do was be a part of fashion week and take in every aspect of it that I could. As I continued to walk back towards Grand Central Station, I wanted to cry. My day truly had not been what I had hoped it to be. The exhibits were beautiful but lacking substance. The show was not truly my taste but there was no way for me to have known prior. I stood there feeling overwhelmed and confused. Why was I upset? Why was any of this bothering me so much? Why was I feeling defeated?

It hit me as I was on my way back to the hotel, the next morning, everything would be fine. I would still be in New York. I was still going to the MET. I was still going to be wearing tulle and, I could go to the Plaza…

Manic Monday – Part 2 of 5, Fri-yay!

Friday was the big day. Friday was the day with four out of five exhibits and a fashion show. Friday was the day that I was going to soak everything in. Friday was the day I had been looking forward to since I booked my flight all those months before.

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Pleated in Pink

It was finally here. I got dressed in a go-to outfit: fuschia pleated skirt, pink tee with embroidered lipstick, eyelet Keds, and my Lipslut nude lip. I just knew it was going to be a good day. We walked to the Dominique Ansel Bakery, home of the Cronut, got our coffee, and away we went.


First stop of the day was going to be the New York Historical Society. Here, I would find the exhibit on Bill Cunningham and Stuart Weitzman’s shoe collection. To get there, we made our way down Central Park West, starting at 57th, where I happily stumbled upon the Nordstrom Men’s Store and the upcoming full-line location. (I’ll be back Nordstrom! See you in Fall 2019!)


I started with the Bill Cunningham exhibit, Celebrating Bill Cunningham. Into the tiny room I went. Starting with a hat box from his millinery shop, you began to weave your way through of the colorful life of a man who dedicated his life to depicting the extraordinary details fashion that are often missed.


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Hat Box from Cunningham’s Millinery Shop.

Cunningham was nothing like the world has ever seen or will ever see again. Upon closing his shop, he dedicated his life to showing the world what the true art of fashion was. Riding the streets of New York City on his bicycle with 35mm in hand, he created what we know today street fashion.

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Cunningham’s first 53mm Camera

I meandered through the quant, little room, in awe of the career that he had. For over four decades, he showed the world, not just New York what it meant to wear clothing as art. He considered himself to be a record keeper and records did he keep. While I wish the exhibit would have been larger, this exhibit was one of my top priorities and I’m so happy I went.


Leaving the Cunningham exhibit, it was times to switch gears. It was time to go look at something I personally collect: shoes. I love shoes. I really do. Walk This Way: Footwear from the Stuart Weitzman Collection of Historic Shoes was a sight to see.

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Sharon Von Senden. I am obsessed.


The contents of this exhibit, while it didn’t provide me with a large wealth of information, it did provide me with some excellent aspirational footwear. Who doesn’t love a good shoe?

Toe Shoes

These toe shoes made my feet hurt just by looking at them. They belonged to ballerina, Heather Watts. Toe shoes by Freed of London.


Sparkling Pumps

These glorious shoes were designed for Cinderella (2013) to be the glass slippers. Designed by Stuart Weitzman.

Green Pumps

Pointed-toe laced pumps (1964) by Seymour Weitzman.

Dior Sling Backs

Dior, my personal favorite designer.


Manic Monday – Part 1 of 5, Updates!

Today is another Manic Monday. I really do wish it was Sunday.

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The Happy Little Soft-Serve of SoHo. – Thompson St.

Unfortunately, today I return to Seattle. However, I do know that I will be coming back. As to when that is though, well, I’m not quite sure.

In my short time here, I managed to see each exhibit I wanted to attend and the Society Fashion Show. Some exhibits were all that I hoped they would be, some went above and beyond expectations, while others left a little more to be desired. I apologize for the delay in these postings so please, be patient with me and, enjoy!



Heavenly Eloise

Yesterday was long: glorious but long. Four exhibits and a fashion show.

Today, is beautiful. Starting off the day, Eloise was my inspiration and to the Plaza for breakfast I went!

Following that, I headed over to the MET and well, I’m still there.

Here’s a quick preview of what’s to come!

Be back soon! There’s more art to be had!

Pearls might be my best friend

I can’t help it. I don’t even really know why I do it. It’s not like I am truly in need of anything. I just can’t help myself.

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All pieces from H&M. Sadly, nothing is currently on their website.

When I see something with pearls on it, I have to have it. I don’t mean a single strand of pearls. I don’t mean a pearl necklace. I mean pearls added as detailing like buttons or beebles to the garment. There’s no such thing as enough in this sense. And when paired with a graphic tee, I’m certainly not going to walk away.

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A mustard colored, pearl cardigan? Yes, please!!! From Zara.

I am going to nicely hand the person on the other side of the counter my card and say, thank you and take my purchase and run. Giddy as can be. And when you add in the perfect kitten heel, my evening has been made.

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Me-ow! – Kitten heels from Zara

She’s Beauty and She’s Grace: She’s Miss United States

She’s beauty and she’s grace, she’s Miss United States!

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Miss Congeniality, 2000

Well, at least she should be. The Statue of Liberty in all of her green glory stood proud and tall this morning. The views of the city from her small island in New York Harbor were gorgeous. It wasn’t until walking down from her pedestal though that I truly realized how high the base alone is. I don’t know what I was thinking! Of course this is big. You wouldn’t be able to see it the way you do if not for her sheer height. Through all of the wind, rain, snow, sleet, and ever-pounding sun, she continues to stand tall.

The rest of my morning and majority of my afternoon were spent at Ellis Island. While I stood in the halls that my family once passed through, there was still no way for me to truly grasp why this place, this hunk of rock, was so important to them.

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View of the City from Ellis Island.

With Miss United States standing one island over and the sheer skyline of one of the most impressive cities in the world staring back at them across the harbor, they had a thought running through their minds and their hearts: they deserved the opportunity of prosperity that lay before them for themselves and their families. I hope that we can all say that we’ve made them proud and that all of the hardships they had to endure were worth it. And with internal beauty and personal grace, they became the make-up of these United States.

Welcome to New York

Why don’t I start off with saying hello.

Hello….. Hi…. How are you?

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This is the face of 3 am. Clearly, my cat is not phased by this 3 in the morning business.

It’s been awhile. How have you been? Quite a few things have changed since we last spoke. I quit my job and started a new one. I’ve been at my new job for over a year. I’ve taken a few trips but most importantly, I planned the one I am currently on.

Welcome to New York. It’s been waitin’ for you.

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The city does shine like the top of the Chrysler Building.

Taylor Swift was right. It has been waiting for me. Anyone who knows me know how much fashion and everything that surrounds it is part of my life. To me, it’s more than just clothing. To me, it’s always a form of self-expression, a way to say how you are or aren’t feeling. It transcends time and seasons. Which takes me back to Taylor Swift and why I’m in New York.

For years, my dream or goal, whatever you’d like to call it, has been to come to New York during Fashion Week. Not only are designers bringing their newest collections to show but, people are placing themselves on display as well. Street Style takes on a whole new form during Fashion Week and everyday people take to their creative side in a way they wouldn’t usually allow. And then, there are the exhibits. While the exhibits may not be specific to Fashion Week, they only add to my great need and desire to be part of the city at this time of year.

This year, I was itching to go. I knew I needed to make this happen. Then the Heavenly Bodies exhibit opened. I started seriously looking. This was going to be my year. 2018 was going to be the year when I got my fashion life on track. 2018 was going to be the year that I set my New York plan in motion. And in June, I booked my tickets from SeaTac to JFK.

This is what dreams are made of

The Lizzie McGuire Movie, 2003

Finally here I am, sitting here realizing that for once I should actually take the time to write about my time. After all, this is what my dreams were made of: five exhibits, one fashion show, one historical excursion, a fair amount of shopping, delicious food, an unhealthy amount of tulle, and lastly, sprinkled with a dash of spur of the moment whimsy.

So where am I going? Well… You’ll just have to check back and see. What I can say though is that today started at 3 am and frankly, it was worth it. My day started with a bagel, ended with balls, and rounded itself out with my Lyft driving getting pulled over for not wearing his seatbelt. It can only get better.