Advent forces us to acknowledge that there's nothing comfortable or nice or cozy or organized or neat or respectable about the coming of our Lord. It's dangerous. It's dirty. It's smelly. Mice roam freely.
For over the past two years, I have been an outspoken advocate in the fight against domestic violence. Only now, am I publicly sharing my truths of being sexually abused, by a much older relative, when I was a child.
All in all, I'm happy to get a three-day weekend after a grueling few weeks of no sleep, parties, bookings and complete craziness. So, I love you fashion week. Happy for you to return in September, but for now? See ya.
The blogosphere is vibrating with the news of what may or may not have happened to Fergie. The Pea, not the Princess. We think we know what happened, as we've become experts on just about everything lately.