Yesterday morning was the happiest of mornings. I woke up still reeling from a magical Saturday night with friends and family celebrating our engagement and somehow got my swollen feet back into my heels and headed up town for the Lela Rose fashion show. Nothing kicks the usually unavoidable Sunday fatigue like Lincoln Center during fashion week, waiting in the darkened salon in a sea of floating iPhone screens for the lights to suddenly burst to life with a surge of awesome music and beautiful fashion floating past.
I have come through an arc of feelings about fashion week - intimidation when I first moved to New York later gave way to indifference as it became a regular occurrence. And now finally with a few years of perspective under my belt, I can safely say I love it - whether I'm invited or not. It really is an inspiring aspect of life in New York.
Lela's show was feminine and wearable and made me question every outfit I've already bought for my wedding. Congratulations to her and her team on a beautiful fall collection!