Its my last day of NYFW today, but don’t worry, I have plenty of more photos to share.  Secretly, I’m kind of excited that the spectacle is over so that I can crawl back into bed and not wear heels for the rest of my life.  I know, I know — you’re going to hear it a lot (if not from me, then from others!) that NYFW is exhausting.  NYFW is cray.  NYFW is a beast.  It’s all of the above, but in the best kind of way.

So instead of pretending that it’s such a burden to attend parties, shows and presentations (it’s all still very surreal!), I’m going to show you my tools for conquering Fashion Week!

The Catchall: If there’s anything that NYC has done to me, it has turn me into a bag lady.  I’m usually schlepping around my stuff in a giant-ass tote (in black or brown), which means I’m also probably digging through the bottomless pit for my phone, keys or business cards.  So inserting a bright little clutch helps me keep organized and sane.

The Ride: Anyone who’s anyone rolls up to Lincoln Center in a town car, an Uber or at least a taxi cab.  Me?  I’m a public transportation kind of gal, which means you can find me cruising underground on the subway or pedaling away on a CitiBike.  Yes, I’m probably the only one who bikes from showroom appointment to launch party … but that’s just how I roll.

The Pout: I don’t usually wear much makeup in my day to day, but when it’s time to put my game face on, I need need need a pop of color on my lip.  I’m playing around with some darker shades this fall like this cranberry red and this dark plum.

The Bling: You know I love a good arm party, but more recently, I vowed to step up my ring game.  Say hello to this double ring and this spiraled gem — two recent acquisitions from this past weekend, both of which I will probably never take off my fingers again.

The Feet: High heels and I have a very volatile relationship.  My best friend and about 45-minutes later … my worst enemy.  I’m a bit of a weakling when it comes to standing on my tippy toes for extended periods of time, but I do my best to power through before switching to flats.  Thankfully, I got my hands on a little magic potion called Sole Serum — a spray that relieves foot pain for up two hours.  Um hello heaven!  The regular bottle is slim enough to fit in your purse, but it comes in a mini size for every possible scenario.  I promise you, it’s a lifesaver!

The Liquids: After having not been sick in almost a year, I began to think the germs on the subway had made me impervious to illness.  I learned I was wrong when I conveniently developed a sore throat and a pounding headache on the first night of Fashion Week.  Lucky me!  Since then, my liquid diet has been a rotation of prosecco and cold-press juices because after a week like this, I think double ginger booster shot followed by a glass of bubbly is exactly what the doctor ordered.

Stay tuned for more NYFW outfits and for a sneak peek into my week’s adventures, follow me on Instagram!

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