april fooled me.

it seems i've been blessed with a busy life and packed schedule the last...oh....month?? i've barely had time to squeeze in a run or "ballet body" workout (amazing- dance + yoga + pilates woohoo tighten & tone!!) for my own personal well-being, let alone sit down and blog a bit. oh i've had more than enough content to write about, its all written out in short spurts, quotes & blurbs in my bright green vogue journal i carry around reeeeligiously. on a bus ride home from nannying, a subway ride from working at the firm or boutique (yes, PR and retail are in my realm of work as of now) or just in the rare instance im sitting in bed awake enough to write out a thought or two. however transferring those notes into blog posts has been another story...

sorry for the lack of postings, faithful readers (if you're out there?)...

in summation, April has been a wonderful month. full of great new business ventures, friends, and...well, all kinds of new interesting people. this month has been about CONFIDENCE. i got a new job at an excellent PR firm in the fashion department, and although it is only a paid internship, it has great potential to develop into more...come June when im evaluated :) it feels good handling couture gowns again..sigh. i am truly happy admiring and handling these $25k gowns just behind the scenes. oh kesha needs a leather jacket for a magazine cover? great, i send it out. oh eva longoria wore the rafael cennamo dress we sent her for her fragrance launch?? wonderful! we dress celebrities for red carpets, and send magazines looks to shoot. thats MY LIFE. and i love it. the days couldn't fly by faster (well, okay they went just a faster at glamour...but this is cool). now i experience the other side of what i did as a fashion closet intern at Conde. i remember the frustration throughout the office when a PR firm was hassling us for a skirt we were supposed to return a week ago...hello, now that im at the PR firm i understand why we need it back right away. because the stuff we handle is usually couture (one of a kind samples) and we have to manage it from magazine shoots to celebrity stylist's hands in one swift motion. im talking from a 10am shoot in the city to a 6pm overnight to france status.

all in all, its great and im learning a lot (and perfecting a lot of what i already knew ;) funny how "stressful environments" can vary from office to office. glamour was banana cream pie. Paul Wilmot Communications (PWC)...we're at a 2. i find myself on my toes, expecting a looong to-do list when my supervisor tells me we have a lot TO DO. in all humbleness, its a great change from 12 hour work days at the magazine. 9-6, real lunch breaks and very nice people. couldnt really ask for more...

i wonder why i still do.

rub-a-dub.

its friday night and after another long week of running around the city between jobs, all I could think to do was soak in a hot tub, drink some "leche con cafe" (milked up coffee) and hit the bed. after a short word on my blog, that is. lately i've spent lots of time with myself, especially curled up on my couch or soaking in a bath...i got to thinking, pondering rather, how will my prince C find me? not that im worried about it just yet (hello mid twenties), but seriously, how do i expect him to find me when i spend so much time at home...alone. aah love, it'll come in some strange, crazy, BAM way im sure. i cant say i lack the attention, but not every invitation is worth accepting. these days i take great care and consideration into who i allow any of my precious time. living in such a crazy/crowded city you have to become hardened and protective of your personal space and whom you choose to share it with. im in no rush to jump on any bandwagons or have others jump on mine. sure, it may sound cynical, but deep down (way inside) im an optomistic romantic. for the mean time, its ME im focused on perfecting and understanding. theres amazing fulfilment that follows an exhausting day- its called: PROGRESS. one. step. at. a. time. i just keep breathing and crawling..eventually i'll be walking...and then hopefully, waaay down the road, i'll be carried; yes, by prince C presumably...if he somehow finds me not in my tub.