berry yummy

what is it about FAT FREE that turns me off so much? maybe its the fact that I'd rather have it all (fat included) and enjoy it thoroughly than have a fake "skinny girl" version of whatever it is? starbucks baristas often ask "would you like skim milk?" by reply? "NOOO!!! and im sorry miss, but you forgot my whipped cream...could you add extra?? oh and another pump of vanilla too...thanks!" i hate fat free foods and drinks but i've met my best fat-free, skinny-girl, friend in the goodness that is pinkberry... ooooh the yummy goodness. and strangely, without losing the delectable flavor usually associated with mcfatty desserts/treats, it is truly fat free. frozen yogurt, who would've thought the chocolate and marshmallow, rocky-road, snickers & pepsi girl would fall so deeply in love with frozen yogurt?? its really a guilt-free pleasure - just what a girl working at glamour could use ;)

its my footsie tootsie

the most important thing you possess, living in NYC, is your feet. they take you eeeeverywhere. in essence, they are your transportation so you can imagine the difficulties that come when your feet aren't working properly. a couple months into my internship, and i realized something was seriously wrong with my feet. what i had chalked up to tired, long days in heels ended up being far worse. within the span of 4 days, the pain went from annoying to constant and progressively painful. to the point that i couldn't even lay down in bed at night and sleep. problem? absolutely. "torn metatarsal tendon" was the verdict from the other intern who had been xrayed for the exact same symptoms i had. the cause being, after talking to a nurse, "overexerting my arch by wearing bad shoes/heels and walking too much." last friday i seriously contemplated crawling home, the 20 or so blocks felt like miles & miles. the pain is in a tendon in the arch of my foot so i literally can't walk on it - my temp solution was walking on the side of my foot as much as possible, but i soon realized it was impossible. bed rest all weekend, ace ankle brace, bengay every nite, 800mg motrins every 4, and last but not least: dr. scholls inserts and NO HEELS are the only things i can do to help my foot heal. hopefully soon, because sneakers in condé nast is hardly abiding by dress code laws for the 16th floor.

smart thought

"absence diminishes small loves and increases great ones, as the wind blows out the candle and fans the bonfire."
-Francois Duc de la Rochefoucauld

roused by rooftops

my inner ferocious alter ego was awaken from a shell of deep somber sleep that had somehow become my life on saturday night.  who thought pushing 12R on the elevator would not only physically transport me to a higher level, but also bring my perspective on more than just the city to a new level?  thats dangerously presumptuous of a night that was intended to simply yield some good music and fun times!  a chance meeting with an old friend sparked all the events that took place from saturday night to this morning.  it was like the perfection of stepping onto the subway platform at just the exact moment the wind hits your skirt from the uptown E pulling up.  love those moments.  we ran into each other and made plans to meet up at Empire Hotel where his friend was promoting and he had a table.  no cover, no line, & a table that spells "yes."  there is a very good reason i go out seldomly, and its the fact that i hate standing on line and i dont like paying covers (or paying in general).  sure enough with my fierce gay in tow, we rolled up like two grown women ready to strut.  passing the long line and speaking directly to the black-on-black suited short man in charge i confidently spoke the name that got us in immediately.  suddenly it was "oh yes miss, right this way sweetheart" and the velvet rope was lifted.  we waved toodles to the (ugh, i hate this term but its so right) haters and were escorted up.  although im not much for drinking (one pretty cocktail is more than enough for me...im recession friendly), the swanky environment was like something out of a scene in SATC.  i was waiting to run into aiden, if aiden were the lounge hopping type.  finding big would be a long shot, this was a rooftop full of 21-27 year olds.  the dj kept the best tracks spinning all nite and j & i were all about it.  song after song we danced our way from open balconies to tables inside with floor to ceiling windows overlooking the upper west side.  it was a fabulous re-introduction to single, fun, young life in the city.  one platter of spicy buffalo wings and calamari at the diner around 5 and it was a wrap.  sunday we slept in till 1, ate potato cheesy spuds and pancakes for 3 hours and strolled around noho & soho for the rest of the evening.  great spring weather (even if it only lasted 2 days) really got my spirits up...for once i spent my weekend out more than curled up in bed watching tv.  now if only i had one more day to catch up on work...  

fashion assisting 101

so the first eventful "desk day" came to a [unexpectedly early] close tonight around 6:30.  from start to finish, it was just about the best day i've had (except that day my closet go-to-gay bff brenden & i put out 6 return racks) so far at my internship.  SO: whats the deal?  my supervisor (fashion assistant to the market editor) left on her vacay this morning and will be out of the office for just over 2 weeks - she's in the Philippines (jealous) and while she's out I will have the lovely task of filling in for her :)  3 days/week i'll be Blake & better yet, i get the hands on experience for the position i'll be applying for in aaaaaabout 8 weeks (eeek!)... in essence, today was my first taste of life after college.  the verdict? love it.  interning in the closet is a different kind of stress - one that luckily i didnt experience outside the closet.  the stresses out of the closet are on a grander scale - i felt like i was actually overseeing the bigger picture.  whereas in the closet, i see about 5% of what's happening.  i'm handling clothes, but don't know what stories they're being used in.  today's liberation of the closet walls provided a clear picture of just why we wanted the gorgeous Reem Acra look #40 for fall 09...for the celeb cover of our June issue.  are we getting this?  i was overseeing the completion of story boards - contacting the PR companies and designer showrooms with fashion assistant emails like "we'd really love to get look 1 & 5 also because our r/t is on thurs so can we send p/u for monday?" r/t = run through.  p/u = pick up.  little tid bits ya learn early on ;)  Overall, manageable tasks, entirely manageable for a person like me.  i set my bar so high, i can truly say a lot of times i outdo myself!  i exceed my own expectations and more often than not realize there was nothing to be nervous about! i got this? yes.  i got this. the voice gets stronger every day and no matter what challenges threaten to knock me down, somehow i bounce right back up and get the job done :)  happy with my hard work today.  despite forgetting to eat lunch (i ate at 5), and the stress of having several stories/shoots working at once (senior fashion editor packing trunks for LA shoots this weekend = BANANA NUTS)....i can say i love it.  all of it.

aint it funny...

"its been a while since ya came around

now you wanna see whats goin down

tryna tell me how you want my time

tryna tell me how im on your mind

see it never had to be this way..

you shoulda never played the game you played

now im seein that you're kinda lame

knowin how the situation changed...

i remember how you did me wrong

now you're hurtin cause my love is gone

everybody gets a chance to burn

you can take it as a lesson learned...

& now im laughin while you play the fool"