Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Another plus for New York.

I'm free from fashion judgment in NYC. If I want to wear my cowboy boots with a party dress or run out in my pajamas, someone else will always trump me. I seem to forget the rest of the country isn't like this.

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rachel's life. said...

ha! you're right though. When we were walking down Canal Street we saw a guy in a full blown purple pimp outfit, complete with cane. No one batted an eyelid.