dance yourself clean

5:23 PM

I couldn't sleep the other night. I woke up about 8 times over the course of 6 hours, the final awakening in a cold sweat. I was sick all day and worked from my couch with my cat and seasons of Sex & the City playing in the background. I thought I dosed myself heavily with NyQuil, but clearly not enough. 

The background noise of Carrie Bradshaw and her group of gals struggling and thriving as single women in New York City for 12 hours got my subconscious going, and it wasn't letting it go. I imagined my life 5 years ago - wrapping up the perfect summer in my Murray Hill studio. My ex-boyfriend is a musician - he was on and off tour that summer and when he was home he would wait for me to get off the M34 bus and we'd go get frozen yogurt almost nightly. We'd spend the evenings giggling about everything until we laughed ourselves into hysterics, then he'd teach me piano and I'd design his t-shirts. He'd write songs and let me hear the progress and I'd write blog posts about life in New York. We still do the same things, just apart, and that's alright. The amount that life changes, yet how quickly time goes by in 5 years is mind shattering. Where will I be in 5 years? Will I be celebrating my 35th alone in a red crop top/skirt set and have no friends show up like Carrie? Will my Mr. Big still string me along? Will I still be this confused?

I've decided to put a ban on that show now that I'm reaching a realistic common life path of Miss Bradshaw. It'll do my mind some good.






Top by Tobi
Skirt by Forever 21
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Photography by Laurie Espino
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