All aboard the fashion express! The day has come and it's time to leave sunny California for the Big Apple. The reality is starting to set in; I am going to New York Fashion Week. Going to the "tents" has been a dream of mine since I was a kid and when you are a wide eyed fashionista like myself, everything about this trip is like magic.

The magic began this morning when I set my Emu boot clad foot onto the airport shuttle. What is so magical about an airport shuttle you may ask yourself? When the music playing on the shuttle is the same music that was playing during Marc Jacobs' last runway show, yeah it's pretty magical.

After the shuttle, came the dreaded airport security checkpoint but I was walking on air; even the jerks at airport security couldn't get me down. A very unfashionable security agent stopped me and said "Ma'am what is that around your neck? I need to you to step aside." Clearly she had never seen a tassel necklace before, I explained to her that it was a key accessory to my outfit. She didn't care; my necklace was confiscated, checked, and then returned to me. I wanted to hand her a Vogue and tell her to read up but instead I waltzed my happy ass over to Starbucks for a soy 'skinny' latte for some much needed caffeine.