Good morning, Tuesday. It's a cold and sunny morning here in the city, and at 6 am, my partriotic arse was in line at the polls, which ps, felt antiquated- I had to fill out a ballot and then scan it- quite anti-climactic really but very happy I exercised my right to vote. I love the process and there's no words to describe how important this election is- the distraction of Sandy took the focus away for a few days, but needless to say, I'm fully of monkey nerves and praying my fellow country folk will do the right thing and keep things moving forward. I for one am very much looking forward to Michelle's inaugural gown, aren't you? I'm going to go with either Jason Wu again, or Tracy Reese, but if she was a smartie, she'd go for De La Renta or a custom couture thing by Isaac Mizrahi. Then again, there's so many amazing designers who could dress her so beautifully (Herrera, Kors, Narcisco) I'm sure I won't be disappointed.
Listen, I'm going to level with all of you- and most of you already know this- the last few weeks have been rough ones for me- the pneumonia, the hurricane, the feeling of general malaise of not knowing what's coming next for me or for anybody else. I'm a deeply sensitive girl that feels things more than most- and the aches and pains of a country on edge have not done wonders for my psyche, not to mention being in that peculiar place of not knowing what's next for me in this thing called life. I've teetered on the brink of late but feel the pendulum may be swinging back to sanity, because it simply has to. I've been a bit of an absentee blogger of late, and for this, I apologize. Last week did not feel quite right writing about fashion and folly, and the few weeks before that I was feeling quite sick and couldn't keep my eyes open, though writing a post on Oxycodone would have been inspired, I'm sure of it, in a modern, more hackish version of Coleridge kind of way.
But besides all of that- my project is winding to an end, the sun is out, I'm hopeful that Obama will get re-elected, I may fall to pieces if he does not, but right now, right this very minute now in my fur vest from a Paris flea market and my sillk Tucker dress, I'm good. And really, that's all I can ask for. As a city and country we have been through so very much- today is proof that we can bring about positive things in the world, by exercising our beliefs and views and above all, vote. Get out there, people. Fight fer your rights, and keep fighting that fight. Cause that's what's up this getting back in the game kind of Tuesday in the still crazy beautiful 212. Today is a good day full of promise(so far) so keep pushing. XO