I just reread my last post and I apologize if the tone sounded a bit...harsh. Aside from blogging for the fame and fortune (yes, I'm being wryly sarcastic), I write because it's therapeutic. The process provides me with a break from reality, a reality that can be harsh, sad, and even tragic at times. But fashion's never tragic-unless you're a fashion victim. It's fun, a bit frivolous and completely fantastical. It's a much needed time-out from certain realities that are just too damn real.
At the moment, retreating to a literary haven isn't working very well. So it's time for a physical escape.
My weekend in Vegas starts in eight hours. And this is what packing for three days looks like.
Time to cut out the excess. Time to un-complicate.
