So, I told myself I wasn't going to stop by the garment district before we left. I don't really need anything, and my studio shelves are pretty chock full already. But who can resist the siren call of neatly arranged aisles of buttons and zippers, or the temptation of staring at finely crafted fashion on exhibit at FIT? Not me, apparently. But I did survive with my credit card relatively unscathed, and with enough pocket change to get a little sumptin on the way home for my big boyfriend too.
mom this yellow mug u got on clearance from anthropologie for dad is super cool but u want me and duk duk to fill it with some monkey chow milkshake or maybe a double shot iced poop mushie? and why on earth didjoo let uncle dana talk u out of getting the red one too, with dog wearing the fez on it? fezzes are cool!! :)