MOVING ⇆ WEEK

On Monday, I decided to try something new with my style. I bought pants from American Apparel and Fashionaunta told me they resemble MC Hammer pants. I tucked a white shirt into my MC Hammer pants that came right below my chest, threw on some chunky necklaces and a blazer and called it an outfit. Little did I know, everyone at the office would be calling me "Poopy Pants" because I either looked like I was wearing a diaper, or I had enough room to poop my pants and hide it. WHATEVER.

My job this week was to pack up the Op Closet. It has been an adventure because once things were crated or boxed up, I had to unpack them and ship them out for a few different events. Thursday, I sent out six boxes of merchandise for a Nylon Magazine party that's going to be held at 1OAK, a club in Manhattan. Then, there were boxes that needed to be packed up for a Matt Hartke event this Tuesday. In all of this event craziness, there were still boxes that needed to be packed up and shipped out to off sight storage due to there not being enough room on our newly merged Iconix floor. Fashionaunta and I were leaving early on Tuesday, so I went to the venue where Tara and Jess from PR were having their editors event and helped set up for Wednesday and left early.

On Wednesday it was very quiet in the office. Fashionaunta went to LA for the fourth time since I've been out here, the VP of Marketing was on vacation in California, PR and Sing were at the editor's event, and the rest of us were in the office. Sutton, Fashionaunta's assistant that I call "Button" and I went to Baja Fresh for lunch. Sadly enough, we both realized that it had been over a month since we had it. Baja Fresh is so amazing, but so many calories, so we have to watch how much we eat it. When we ordered, they woman behind the counter gave us a stamp card. Every time we go, we get it punched until it's time for a free meal. I wanted to hug the woman and slap her at the same time.

The day was busy with packing up the Op closet until Abby told me that Tara wanted me to come to the venue where the editor's event was being held and see at least one editor come around. At the editor's event, they have appointments where each individual editor comes around the venue and looks at different Iconix brand products for the upcoming season. While doing this, they look for product that they would like to put in their magazine as editorial.

When I walked in, the place looked gorgeous. But the one thing that my eyes were instantly drawn to was the mound of chocolate covered strawberries and cookies set out. Since there wasn't an appointment taking place at the moment, I went and started stuffing my face. These strawberries were unbelievable. They had a variety of different toppings and while eating one, it took me a half an hour to get to the actual strawberry! They were delightful. Even though I was completely full, I kept eating the cookies that were also left out for all of us.

One appointment cancelled, and then the last editor was a woman from Lucky Magazine. She walked around each brand snapping pictures with her digital camera of things she would want to pull for the magazine. It was interesting and another experience, broadening my knowledge of how things work in this industry. Once the woman left, it was time to do a power pack up. Abby's i-Pod was playing and everyone was packing as fast as they could, until Justin Bieber came on and I was overjoyed, dancing around. Little Justin Bieber is my new obsession... I just want to squeeze him until he pops.

Sing and I caught a cab back to the office together, and I waited until the 8:07p.m. bus came. It was a long day, but definitely busy which is always an accomplished feeling.

Thursday was more organizing, more packing for us here at Iconix. Things needed to be sent out and everything was crazy and everyone was in a bad mood. As badly as I wanted to come down with Swine Flu, I didn't. Friday came and it really wasn't as crazy as I had anticipated. I'm sure that the IT people would strongly disagree, but I'm speaking from my end.

Abby had me work on an excel spread for media positioning in 2009. On the excel sheet it had the magazine, the month, the brand displayed, what page it was on, how many pages were in the magazine total, and the percentage of where the ad was placed in the magazine. It was Friday, and I was more than ready for the weekend. I headed back to the island.

On Saturday, Bubbie and I went to go see Burn the Floor, a dance show on broadway. The dancers were amazing and had me intrigued throughout the entire show. If anyone likes dancing, I would highly reccommend this show. We went back to the island for a filling Italian dinner, and I passed out shortly after we got home.

Today is Monday, and also Iconix's first day on our new floor. It's been full of trying to find boxes, unpacking, moving, and craziness. Sing isn't in today, so I've been picking up sample's for her. However, it's been somewhat refreshing because it's a nice day outside today.

Tonight, I'm going ice skating with my cousin, Stevie, and spending the night at her place in the city! Very excited. I feel as though a night like this is necessary.

Tomorrow is the Matt Hartke event, and yours truly is doing a special Op interview for the Op blog! I'm definitely looking forward to tomorrow.

XXO- Fashionieceta.

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Fashionieceta Freekend № 13

For the fourth Friday in a row, Friday last week (week 13), was my busiest day of the week. I organized 9 out of 17 brands of clips that needed to be done, and the organizing was surprisingly time consuming and therapeutic. The time flew by, and before I knew it, it was time for lunch. I lunched with two friends that I just graduated with in June, and it filled a small part of my home sick hole that's started to creep up on me. I'm not sure if they really know how meaningful that lunch break was and how it made me feel so much better, but I explained it to them to the best of my abilities.

Thursday night, the coolest twelve year old that I know of arrived in NYC. My younger brother, Lucas and his mom, Marki. I met up with Bubbie and Lucas for dinner at the Stardust Diner on 51st and Broadway. When I walked into the diner, I looked around, trying to spot my brother. Out of nowhere he stands in front of me and he was SO much taller than when I had seen him last! I squeezed him to death and tried to hold back my happy tears. He is such a handsome and cool little dude.

Due to Lucas and Bubbie having tickets to a broadway show, we parted ways after dinner. I went to the West Village to the apartment Marki and Lucas were staying in. The apartment belongs to Cliff Williams, the bass player in AC/DC. The apartment was by far the nicest one I have yet to see in the city. It was classy, had a lot of open space, and was very warm. Marki and I hung out, catching up and talking about life. At 9p.m., Marki decided that she wanted to go for a walk around the village and shop a little. So, that is just what we did. When we got back to the apartment, I made myself comfortable and watched the intense Rihanna interview. I was riveted by the way she brilliantly answered everything.

The next morning, Marki's hosting boot camp started at 10a.m. Lucas and I fled with her to the studio that she was teaching in, and then parted to do our own thing. I decided to take Lucas all around NYC and show him all that I possibly could in a day. At 4p.m., Lucas and I linked up with our cousin Stevie back in the village, grabbed a slice of pizza for Luke, and then went back to midtown to meet Marki and head to dinner at Serendipity, the restaurant famous for their Frozen Hot Chocolate. I ate more than I knew I even could. I had wings, caviar in a potatoe, dim sum, fetuccini with shrimp, half of a turkey burger, fries, frozen hot chocolate, and a sundae with cake, hot fudge, and mint chocolate chip ice cream. Even with all of that, I am sure I'm forgetting something. Yikes. We were a party of eleven, and had a very enjoyable time. There is nothing like a great family dinner.

After dinner, I went back to the apartment with Erin, Cliff's daughter, Marki, and Lucas. We all hung out watching TV and listening to Lucas play a few of Cliff's guitars. As time went by, Erin left, and I fell asleep on the couch. Marki must have moved me to my bed in the guest room at some point, because at 3 in the morning, that's where I was when I woke up out of a very deep sleep. As I got back into bed, I closed my eyes. I suddenly heard a noise that sounded like someone opening a window. I had no idea whether it was the sound of a heater that I had mistaken, or a regular noise for this apartment, but I got a feeling that something wasn't right. I really thought that this noise sounded like something opening, and it sounded as if it was coming from right next to me in the same room.

I laid there for another few seconds, and then jumped up from my bed and ran into the living room where one of the blinds was half-way open. In the window was the silhouette of a man standing face to face with me. I have never let out such a blood curtling scream in my life. I ran down the hall to Marki and Lucas, waking them up in a major panic. They both got out of bed fast, and after I had explained what I just experienced, Marki called the security booth in the front of the building. The security lady had seen the man who was trying to break into the apartment and said that he had told her he was "in his girlfriends place and her parents came home so he had to escape." This story did not make sense, and I still didn't understand how I would hear something opening.

The police came a lot faster than I had expected and examined the apartment. I repeated the scenario, and when they walked into the room I was sleeping in, one of the officers lifted up the blinds that had been pulled down to the bottom of the sliding door. The sliding screen door had been partially opened, and THEN I realized that the screen sliding door is what I had heard the man opening next to my head. Another officer assured me that my scream probably scared the man more than he scared me, and they soon left around 4:30a.m. CRA-ZY.

Welcome, Week Fourteen.

XXO-Fashionieceta.

Yenta ♏obile

Last Wednesday, Sing and I did the same old chores around the office. Nothing too exciting took place, and the weather was was still gross and made everything inconvenient. I wanted nothing more than a "Grasshopper" (mint chocolate chip) cupcake from Crumbs, which is three blocks away, but there was no way that Sing would accompany me on that walk, nor would I have been willing to make it. Instead, we sat inside of Café Duke and observed the varieties of umbrella's that passed by. Some big, some small, some ugly, some pretty, and some morons that didn't use one. The one umbrella that caught my eye was a black umbrella on the outside, but on the inside it was blue with a few clouds scattered across, looking like a pretty blue sky.

Fashionaunta and I decided to take the 5:07 p.m. bus home Wednesday night. I left the office a few minutes before her so I could grab0 two Crumbs cupcakes. While we were on the highway, a Lexus sedan drove right into the bus in an attempt to cut us off. It was entirely the man in the Lexus' fault. He stopped in the middle lane of the highway and stood, staring at the completely innocent driver of our bus. Three older people took me and Fashionaunta's front seats, so we sat in the second row. The woman in front of me was one of the most obnoxious women I believe I have ever come across. She was telling our bus driver what to do, and mentioned eighty-two times that he had a "MD" license plate, so obviously he's a doctor, and "doctor's are the worst drivers." She repeated this ad nauseam as if it would be productive somehow. Fashionaunta begged me to confront her and ask her to stop. When I said "excuse me", the woman was so in tune with her own little world that she did not hear me three times. Five minutes later, the doctor in the Lexus finally got the hint to move to the right side of the highway so this snafu could be dealt with. When I stepped out to take pictures of the minor damage that he had forced upon his car, I noticed that he barely understood English, and I tried to explain to the best of my ability that this accident was completely his fault. The pictures came out orange, and I gave up after a few attempts. I hopped back on the bus to my second row seat, where the yenta was still running her mouth.

Behind Fashionaunta was a younger yenta that seemed to be in her twenties. She was bitching about how she should have taken a different bus, and considering herself to be pro-active by calling the bus company before our poor driver did, asking for a new bus. She wouldn't shut up, the woman in front of me wouldn't shut up, and I decided to make the best out of it. I pulled out a cupcake. While the cupcake was in my mouth, the obnoxious yenta in front of me turned around and started to freak out. She asked "WHAT'S WRONG? WHAT'S WRONG? ARE YOU OKAY??" With my mouth still in my cupcake, I tried to tell her that I was eating a cupcake. She kept asking if I was alright. I have no idea what exactly was so off about this woman, but I wanted to pull the cupcake out of my mouth and shove it into hers.

The yenta got off of the bus to talk to the non-english speaking doctor. To no surprise, we could hear her voice from inside of the bus that was completely packed, and she miraculously worded something so right that we were able to push off without police coming and wasting even more time. The yenta saves the day, and the little yenta behind Fashionaunta doesn't shut up.

We got home two and a half hours later.