#NYFW

To state the obvious, I took another time out from blogging. I partially took a break due to the fact that work really took off (in a good way) and I felt like I barely had time to breathe, let alone sit down and actually compose a cohesive post.

So better late than never, I wanted to reflect on my experience during New York Fashion Week. I was fortunate enough this year to attend two shows for BCBG Max Azria and Herve Leger. Both experiences were totally different but rounded out to make for the perfect overall perspective.

For the BCBG show, I wasn't sure what to expect so I made sure I woke up early that morning to get ready and wore the brand head to toe. When I got to Lincoln Center, it was so surreal to be in the same waiting area as some of my favorite bloggers, designers, or people I watch on tv on a weekly basis. People watching - even for a short period of time, was very humbling. On one hand I was living out a dream that I had always had and on the other hand, I felt the way I did as a little girl when I discovered Santa wasn't real. It was a matter of extremes.

My seat for the show was amazing with a great view of the runway. Even though I am slightly biased, I think that the music that was picked for the show was unmatched during all of Fashion Week. The soundtrack was totally unexpected and it created an amazing energy amongst the crowd to the point where I felt like everyone couldn't help but bob their head or move along to the music.

Saturday, I got my ticket to the Herve Leger show at the last minute so it was meant for standing room only. After having one show under my belt, I realized that wardrobe to the shows is anywhere from jeans and a flannel to evening-wear and it seemed as if it wasn't as cool to dress over the top. Since I left from work with my boss, I just wore a basic black outfit with flat boots. Once we got into the show my boss and I were offered seats, but we opted for a different perspective and stood at the top row. At the last minute, someone moved blocking my view so I quickly reached into my bag and switched out my flats out for platform heels just in time for the show to start. Although that moment was so cliche "High Heels and Taxi Cabs," it made me smile and was the perfect way for me to cap off the week.