(An attempt at) Packing with Polyvore.

If you follow me at all on any (of my too many) social media platforms,

you'll surely know by now that next week, I'll be headed to MBFW with Polyvore.

(I overshare. So whatever.)

NYFW Survival Kit - F/W 2014

Oh, excuse me. That's Mercedes Benz Fashion Week, for those of you who aren't painfully up-to-date on your current rebranding of commonplace events lingo.

Not that New York Fashion Week is commonplace, by any means.

In fact, I'm the last person to take such an opportunity for granted.

"BEANNN", as Flo, my partner in NYFW crime, would say

After griping about how idiotic sounding anyone who whined about "having" to go to fashion week was last year, I'll be dead before I utter a negative word about such an opportunity. Even if it is, in perspective, an opportunity to go people-watch those exact same objects of my former wrath. I'm still too excited for words.

jeans that simultaneously show off my underwear

makeup that makes me look like I sleep

hipster frames. for when I tire of all the love-crazyy boyzz

Alas, such is the circle of life. That is, if the circle of life had anything at all to do with self-entitlement and fashion week and not death and stuff.

In truth, the worst part about attending fashion week is the fact that I am PHYSICALLY INCAPABLE of packing.

MATRIX coat. To kill people in. KIDDING.

white sneaks. semi-white. ok not white at all.

outfit-making (ankle-breaking) heels

But it's actually a problem, though, considering on my last trip out to Cali with Polyvore, I packed an OVERWEIGHT suitcase for a trip of 3 days. Then I ended up wearing the same thing for 2 out of 3 of them.

So...

I'm dumb.

This time, though, I'm resolved to do better.

I won't.

But I'm resolved to. And it's the intention that counts, right?

Swimsuit. To be worn as shirt.

conversation jewelry: "These are castings of porcupine quills!" "Really?" "Yeah!" "Tell me more" BAM.
Conversation started.

In a feeble attempt to pinpoint my "bare necessities", I've created a Polyvore set highlighting my must-haves. And - BONUS - just to prove that I am, in fact, serious about this shizz, I've photographed them (PLUS a few extra credit (read: after-thought) additions) for your viewing pleasure.

Because I know that you have nothing better to do on this lovely Thursday than to view my underwear sprawled out on a wooden floor.