I always wonder what it takes (aside from being a fabulous celebrity) to get invited to these incredible events. Don’t they feel like they’re missing a sassy and petite Jersey City-based illustrator?
At least I have Snapchat and Instagram. (I loved all the snaps from the event and got to feel like I was there… just a little bit. God, I’m such a nerd.)
Sometimes I’m not sure if Ig is a good thing or bad thing. Shouldn’t I be doing more productive things with my morning, like mindful meditation (or some crap like that), rather than kill a solid 45 minutes swooning over pink brunch in a perfectly laid out hotel suite? Then again, when the first thing I deal with in the AM is Sicily’s pee all over my curtains… those beautiful and magical photos let me fantasize about a life filled with ruffles and silk sans cat pee. (Or at least be so fabulous that there is someone else to clean up the cat pee.)
Whatevs, at least it’s Friday and today I get to hang out with one of my favorite people and listen to some sick music tonight! Yayyyyy.
Bee tee dubs, painting lace is mad hard.