September is my favorite month to be in NYC. The weather is perfect, the tourists are at a lull, Fashion Week is full speed ahead, new shows appear on my DVR list and meandering around the city couldn’t be more pleasant. The trash piles on the sidewalk don’t smell from the grueling heat, my skin doesn’t stick to my articles of clothing from perspiration, my feet don’t get black on the bottom from walking around in flip flops and you don’t have to fight traffic going out of the city on Friday afternoon because people’s summer share houses are finito. There is nothing better than grabbing your light jacket as you walk out the door and leave your building to find sunshine, a calming breeze and busy New Yorkers flooding the streets as opposed to Europeans asking you for directions.
The models from Fashion Week are strutting down the blocks in their street wear smoking a cigarette in one hand and holding their cell phone in the other. They are easily identifiable. At first glance you wonder how they stand up straight on the stilts that they call legs, and then all of the sudden for a minute you envy their thinner than paper body and wonder if they had a real meal that day. Usually I spend the next hour staring at my lunch thinking in my head, “Nothing tastes as good as skinny feels.” Then it passes and I go back to feeling like myself again and overindulge at my next meal. I should caveat this by mentioning that this year when I see them my thoughts are a bit different being a pregnant woman. I think to myself, I’m such a lucky bitch because I get to eat whatever I want and you have to sit there and starve to look good on the runway. Suckerrrr. Who needs a runway when you have a fetus growing inside you? Side note to pregnancy for a moment: my second trimester has been much hungrier than the first. I went from losing 5 lbs in the first 6 weeks solely from removing alcohol from my diet to gaining about 8 going into my 5th month. Eeeeek.
One other funny point of discussion is people’s attire in September. It’s like some people forget how to dress. Last week in one 20 minute walk home from work I saw one woman dressed in a sundress and sandals, one woman wearing knee high boots, pants and a wool coat, and one woman in a leather jacket, tights and ballet slippers. I saw 3 seasons of outfits molded together in one block. It was pretty ridiculous. I think when the seasons change people freak out. Some people are so excited to wear their new boots they throw them on as soon as the temperature drops to 70. Fine. I get it. You want to show off your new kicks. But no matter how excited you are about your new winter coat, for the love of God, keep it in the closet until at least November please. We don’t need winter to come any sooner. And honey in the summer spaghetti strap dress, it’s time to pack her up and throw that box under the bed until next June. I know, I too am in denial that summer is over, but it’s time to switch out the sandals for tootsie-covering flats.
I have been sporting some dresses that still manage to fit on my slow but steady growing baby bump, no tights, and boots or flats depending on the level of degrees outside. I have a feeling that my outfit rotation is going to start getting pretty boring in the upcoming weeks as baby bump keeps growing. I haven’t dove into my maternity attire yet but it’s going to happen soon. My pants officially don’t button so for now I will rely on the belly band phenomenon to help out in that department. It will definitely be a function over fashion fall and winter for this girl.