I used to take care of kids with cancer. Now, in middle age, I'm surrounded by 20-something fashion bloggers
It was fashion week in New York, and my first internship had just started.
“Can anyone do Tory Burch?” asked the assigning editor, as we all sat around planning coverage for the website. “It’s at 9 in the morning. I know that sucks.”
Actually, it didn’t suck. To me, 9 a.m. was the ideal time for a show. I’d be well-rested and clear-eyed. I was usually up by 6:30 anyway. I explained this to the room, which responded with blank stares. Finally, one of the other girls spoke up. “Cheryl, 6:30 is usually when I go to bed.”