Life in New York
Manicure ! Pedicure ! Facial !

It’s funny, the first thing that I realized about New York, apart from it’s gigantitude and the noise, is that all the girls have PERFECTLY MANICURED nails.

It’s funny, the first thing that I realized about New York, apart from it’s gigantitude and the noise, is that all the girls have PERFECTLY MANICURED nails.

It’s incredible some of the fashion things I’ll allow myself when the temperatures start getting up. And I know perfectly well that I’d get rid of them without a regret at the end of summer. But let’s not talk of the end of summer until the end of summer, ok?

Long hair is pretty and all but it gets in your eyes.
Everyday I wash it, leave my house, wear it down, still wet, it gets annoying, I don’t have a hair-tie to put it up, so I just stick a pen in it or whatever else I can get my hands on, no lies, I’ve used a spoon before, or if nothing is around, I just tie a knot, and it falls right back town, so I twirl it back up again, and then I put in my hands through it when I don’t know what to do with my ten fingers, or I’ll make a braid that comes undone in ten seconds, and so I twirl that up as well.
Point is, I spend half of my day with — copyright my mother — a bird’s nest on my head. How delightful.
But isn’t a nice little pony tail easy enough to do?