If you like fashion (and I’m not referring to having a dressy pair of Uggs to wear on nice occasions), February is an exciting time.
Winter and fall fashion lines recede to make way for spring and summer.
Fashion magazines once again begin to pop with color and vibrancy.
Sales are insane, because houses want to make room for new merch.
Stores are glutted with hope and beautiful spring product.
And New York Fashion Week happens. It starts this year on February 11th, and by some egregious oversight, I once again have not received an invitation to attend. I mean, who makes these decisions?
Attending New York Fashion Week has been on my bucket list ever since I was a young girl. But not just attending. I’ve always wanted to sit in the elite front row, like my muse Carrie Bradshaw in the “Sex and the City” movie, dressed to the nines with her friends and freshly hydrated from brunch mimosas.
But until you research Fashion Week NY, it’s hard to explain how hard it is to get tickets to even attend, much less realizing the pipe dream of ever sitting in that front row. You know who sits in the front row? Anna Wintour. Nicole Kidman. The Olsen twins. Rooney Mara, Jennifer Lawrence, A-Listers like that.
So what kind of shot do I have?
Probably not much of a one, but who cares? That’s why it’s a bucket list, and I will never give up trying to attend. I think you’d be surprised to know how many things I’ve already accomplished on that bucket list, a yellow dog-eared physical list I actually still have upstairs in my personal papers.
Maybe I’ll publish it one day.
So this week, I am going to devote each blog post to one thing I have yet to accomplish on my bucket list. Don’t worry, I won’t bore you with nonsense like “publish my book.” That’s in the works, anyway. No, the things I will be talking about this week are odd things you might not expect. Sweet, personal things that I’ve just always wanted to do, but either have not found the time, the money or the connections to accomplish.
But you know me. They’ll get done.
So as we transition from January to February this week, know that while March 20th is the official beginning of the spring season, February is actually the more subtle transition. We may be shoveling our cars out and going on skiing trips, but small buds of possibility are beginning to appear.
You just have to know where to look.
(Note: Don’t get bent out of shape about the Uggs comment. I have a dressy pair of Uggs, too. You’re way too sensitive).