catch THIS

as i innocently went about my morning duties in the fashion closet, i got thirsty slash incredibly hungry for a mid morning coffee (it holds my hunger over) today. i walked over to the kitchenette where i used our fancy shmancy coffee maker (just stick the packet of coffee - your choice of columbian, french roast etc etc - and a cup in + voila!) & mixed in some milk & sugar. in walks our bookings editor, an absolutely lovely, amiable gay man (didn't you already know?) & he says to me "you know, i dont mean to offend you but what do you make of this whole swine flu situation? i mean, everyone is just going on & on making jokes about it!" pause - he says it in a very serious mild manner with wide blue eyes. "umm, yeah! i guess it has been talked about to death lately!" i laugh. "no but really, i just went up & down the elevator & when someone sneezed or coughed everyone joked about how it must be swine flu!" again - with wide eyes. "oh, haha!" i nervously laugh confused as to whether or not he thinks that's OK & whether or not consequently i should think its OK. i saw an expression of complete seriousness & a hint of confusion - I could not understand why he prefaced this with "i hope you're not offended." he walks out. i finish making my coffee, still a little confused and mid hallway on my way back to the closet i figure it out! i went into the closet & laughed hysterically as i told katie the story: troy thinks im a mexican?!! yes, troy thinks im a mexican and therefore i must be offended by all the swine flu jokes. damn those mexicans. I NOT A MEXICAN!

but as long as the gringos think so....i might just catch the swine & call in sick next week ;)

elevator chattin

"so its gonna rain again this afternoon"

"well, at least its not snow."

"oh but hey, it's gonna be 80s this weekend so its all good!"

"yup headed to the hamptons! gotta take advantage & get outdoors while it's hot!"

-NYC elevator talk for ya. just thought you'd like to know what its like. abnormal. stupid abnormal weather.

heeeeellooooo mr. pitt

Condé on the 16th floor was full of a pretty school of male models just paroozing about today at about 3:30. i had just come up from my 15 minute lunch break. needless to say, i was hungry again. oooooh boy, the eye candy, oh the eye candy!!! there was definitely a brad pitt look-alike-stunt-double in the mix, along with the cute dark haired light eyed exotic beauties, the calvin klein david beckhamite and of course of course of course the abercrombie unknown sexy face youngin. it was all we could do to sit back and anxiously wait for more of them to pass by the halls as we strained our necks toward the door to get sneak peeks...."oh oh HE was hot!!!" as i ran over to grab my bag (i was unfortunately sent out on a dry cleaning run for the x thousand dollar dress an editor had not only borrowed, but STAINED) i was thoroughly interrupted & flustered by the gorgeous model sitting in the way "oh sorry!" he mumbled as he moved over "soooooorrrrryyyyy????" i thought. as i made my way back to the main hallway i gave my dear friend the heads up "adrienne! quick, you need to go by the glamphoto to pick up prints" "i do?" "yesssss girl!! trust me, twelve oclock you dont wanna miss that! he's sitting right there next to the copier" wink. wink. oooooh the lovely afternoons spent at condé...

pay attention

rite of passage

15 of the fashion editors and assistants cleared out some space in our cluttered closet today for an "intern appreciation" chit chat. we all sat, somewhat alarmed at their informality & common-ness as they moved the racks and formed a circle - yes, even the fashion directors sat on the floor! in the center we had a box of huge cookies from dean & deluca (like melt in your mouth yummmooo...you know how i get with chocolate chip, enough said.) almost as shocking as seeing our fashion team of heros (heirs?) on the floor, was the fact that one of the editors herself recognized a need for milk and ran to the kitchen to get some for us...for...US. wow, it was like an imaginary red carpet being rolled out for us little interns. cookies passed and milk poured, we began what quickly turned into one of the most awwwwkward 15 minutes of "chatting." "no really guys, we just want to totally thank you for all your help!! you guys are so awesome, and we just want to, well, you know, let you know we appreciate you & we're totally here for suggestions or any comments you might want to make. go ahead, you know what, lets go around and give us one positive and one negative of working here!" "psh!" we all thought silently while stuffing our mouths like a twix commercial - making time to chew it over. like they were reeeally desperate to hear the negatives?? what they meant was thanks. a bunch. lets leave it there. needless to say, they prodded us long enough that eventually we opened up, over-emphasizing, of course, the positives that were oh so positive! to make matters worse, as awkward as it was telling our fashion seniors what could be done better, my very own supervisor had coached me into "heavily stressing" the fact that we need more interns. SHE needs more interns, but then again, she needs her own personal assistant the way she has me spinning, im sure. so when the proper segway presented itself, quiet little mousy me diplomatically expressed that "well, as much as we all love the fast paced day, it does get an eensy bit tough when we're shorthanded, because theres so much to do..." she thanked me immediately with a grin. mission accomplished. oh boy, what a special way to wrap up our afternoon :) queen B & i joked after hearing the rumor that we were going to have an intern appreciation meeting, that they'd probably send one of US out on a run to pick up cupcakes and then let us know that we can eat them after we send out 5 racks - but just not in the closet. matter of fact? take them home with you...at 9pm. luckily, we work for muuuch nicer editors, whew. i'm still mad i didnt think of suggesting a suggestion box - then we could annonymously snitch about the way it's inconvenient and counterproductive to be sending out personal packages to my supervisor's SISTER and going downtown to pick up her dry cleaning. ;)

first came the hurricane

then the morning sun. and its true, there is no way to appreciate the promise of a sunny new day, without experiencing the darkness of the passing hurricane. it all passes and its time i finally step into the warm sunny (literally) weather...summer time here i come, you can't stop me now :)

presto baby

I can make the pain disappear...
And I can erase the past... Oh...
I can make the future shine so bright...
And I can make right now alright... Yeah...

I got it, You got it, We got the magic girl...

All I got is concrete all around Me... Wooo...
But I can see the countryside...
You can be rich when you're poor...
Poor when you're rich...
It can be raining and I can make the sun shine...

I know sometimes sometimes you feel no hope...
But I've been there upon that lonely road...
I took whatever gift he offered me...
Because I knew that he would set me free...

I got it, You got it, We got the magic girl...

Science they can't prove it...
But I know I can do it...
I can fly...
I can bend metal with my mind...
I can wake up in a paradise... Ohhhh...

We got that magic...
We got that magic...
Hey...
We got that magic...

-Robin Thicke

happiness is like a butterfly;

the more you chase it,

the more it will elude you,

but

if you turn your attention

to other things,

it will come & sit softly

on your shoulder...

{thoreau}

happy marriage? sad marriage?

in case you were wondering, there is yet another way to "predict" marriage failure success rates. according to this article on yahoo, how big you smiled in child hood, highschool & college yearbooks determines how successful your marriage will be. inteeeeeeeeeresting... so those who smiled in the top 10 percentile [strangely enough] had higher rates of staying happily married & not getting divorced. shocking, just a little. well, i guess i know what i'll be asking potential candidates for: yearbooks pleeeease.

killer with a capital G

Glamour is intense. Today, between 50 boxes of denim being checked in for a denim [damn] make-over story, my personal slave driver having me do HALF her daily work while she chit chatted on the phone with her friend at Teen Vogue, my queen B dishing out extreme attitude due to the roughness of the day (hello? anti team player sitting in the halls pouting), and 17 fashion assistants/interns running around like chickens with their heads cut off over the drama that is fashion (OMG, you mean...we're out of trunks?? we filled up 20 and still need more for the OTHER photo shoot?? aaaaaaaaah)...i barely had a chance to BREATHE much less "ease into" my first day back at work. killer. intensely killed me. stabbed me and punched me to death is what this day did. but i kept a smile on my face even though i was in the midst of drowning in a sea of 75 denim racks packed tightly around every spare walkway between the cubicles and....the closet....OH THE CLOSET!!! as soon as i walked onto the 16th floor, through those glass double doors and to the left, all i could see for miles on end were racks, after racks after racks of denim to shoot (which, when i walk in and all i see is racks lined up its a bad sign - it means we'll be having to play catch up for at LEAST a week...), which was scary enough...but then....then i hung my coat up, put my bags down and proceeded to the closet where i found DUN DUN DUN....MORE RACKS!!! not only that, but half our floor space was neatly covered in rows and rows of handbags, jewelry and every form of beautiful louboutin and givenchy heels and accessories you could name. the run through was today. at 1:30. and we had stacks of boxes to check in. and there was no room. and we were only 5 interns. using up one long desk to get all the work done and organized. MADNESS. just bananas. well just to put the cherry on top, after merchandising (thats when you put clothes in order...no sweety, not just color coordinated, but sleeveless before short sleeve before half sleeve before 1/4 length before long sleeve shirts with solid colors in front and patterns behind and arranged from light to dark: like a rainbow :) but do that with every piece of clothing from shirts, to cardigans, to sweaters, to jackets, skirts, dresses etc) FIVE RACKS (as in 1, 2, 3, 4, 5) for gwen's cover shoot, lovely little miss ________ (insert adjective here) asks right as we were about to slip out "did you guys file the invoices for the day?? oh, DO THAT." our response?? we're going to make a secret file beneath the desk, so she'll never notice we haven't filed the invoices and STOP us on our way out....hehehe. one chipotle dinner later with queen B, and i was laughing at the crazy madness Glamour handed us interns today. soooo glad this one's done. sooo glad. too bad im the only intern tomorrow...help me jesus. help me jewish god. help me oprah.

desperately seeking

and one day she realized, one day she knew that long road ahead, the one that seemed so clear was really never so. one day she realized that long road ahead, was rarely traveled on, she found herself alone. alone and cold when the rain would pour, alone. she remained alone. she looked to the far west and east for miles on end, but there she remained, with each bitter step forward, alone and no closer to having the end in sight. did she want to reach the end? or just a safe haven? she wanted shelter, something to stand under, something to protect from the sun, the heat, the cold, the rain. inevitably, that long road would lead her home, but on the lonely path, she realized, that one day, all she had to turn to was faith. no one would be there to walk with her, no one would be there to shelter her or protect her. that faith had to grow from the seed it was, to something strong enough to keep her....strong enough to keep her. keep her safe from the lonely, long and lonely road. pressing forward, always forward, never looking back, never reaching out and never looking back, she continued on that long and lonely road. one day, through all the rain, she'd meet the end of that long road home...and then she'd look back on that journey faith carried her through. faith and two feet alone.

moschino momma

so what has the verdict been regarding our refreshingly stylish first lady's wardrobe choices for the first overseas visit?? positive :) read here for one take, but know that new york magazine's blog, cathy horyn on NY times, fashionista, wwd, and style files on style.com (to name a few blogs..) all unanimously agree on her fierce face off with former model carla bruni-sarkozy - we came out on top america :) here she is in moschino, as in the same moschino the skirt i brought my momma from glamour was, hehe. loves it.

blog stalker lover

if this can happen to a 58 year old divorcée, can it happen to me too?? ahh, sigh. love hits you in unconventional, slightly creepy, stalkery ways i suppose...

what it all means...

for cancer:
"You're coming to the close of a serious negotiation, and now it's time to finalize things. You finally have all the information you need, and the terms are never going to be more favorable to you than they are right now -- so sign along that dotted line without hesitation You've been holding back your enthusiasm for a while, sort of 'waiting to exhale' -- but you get to breathe freely today! Enjoy the page you are turning in your life, because you are onto bigger and better things!"
-glamour

today's cancer scope

"don't rush plans right now. if you're working on something big, be patient. the stars must align in your favor for the perfect situation or person to come into your life. instant gratification is not part of the program."

thanks, glamour :)