Everyone knows that if there’s one time of year to go all out in the wardrobe department, it's New Year's Eve. However, this means more to me than the average partygoer. Often leaving my house in the morning outfitted in simply cut shirts in unexciting patterns, I always take advantage of the fun spirit of this holiday and try to find something super glamorous to make up for the days I’ve spent in polos and jeans. And with wonderfully fun accents cropping up on dresses and shirts — from sequins, to feathers, to fur— all over this year, I’m like a kid in a candy store.
This January 1st, I’ll be ringing in the New Year at a club in the city with a large group of people — and more specifically, with at least a dozen...
My arms, draped in oversized shopping bags, were getting heavy, and I could feel the blisters forming on my feet. With a pumpkin spice latté in my left hand — the source of my last ounce of energy — I frantically climbed my way to the top of the crowded escalator. I reached into the side pocket of my purse to retrieve my crumpled holiday shopping list; to my horror, it was gone.
Swerving past a group of teenagers huddled outside the Macy’s entrance, I claimed the last available bench. Throwing down my bags, I began tearing through my purse. Panic set in as I realized that my list — which I had been writing and rewriting since Thanksgiving, carefully planning each gift for my friends and family — was gone. Sweat began to creep up the back of...