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\u201csimplifying.\u201d That\u2019s my response to invitations these days.
\u201cThank you, but no. I\u2019m in the midst of simplifying.\u201d Somehow,
the answer makes sense to publicists.
It isn\u2019t a lie; it\u2019s just me avoiding a more honest explanation for why I\u2019m opting out. And in some ways, it\u2019s true: I don\u2019t need
more shoes, even free ones. I just gave away half of the ones I already own,
including an amazing pair of pink suede Miu Mius. Because what I\u2019m looking
for these days, I\u2019m not going to find at a fashion event. My real reaction
to the invite? I can\u2019t handle going to your party, because I\u2019m burnt
out and coming out of the fog of grief and
http://valentinosales.blogspot.com/ have no idea what I\u2019d be doing
there. Yeah, \u201csimplifying\u201d sounds much better.
I started working in fashion in 1999 and I\u2019ve been going to industry parties \u2014 and collecting my gift bag \u2014 for years since. It was fun! I
loved being in fashion because I loved shiny, pretty things. They made me feel
good. If something in my life wasn\u2019t going right (a crappy romance, being
broke again, not feeling thin enough), I bought something to make me feel better
\u2014 on credit, of course. Fashion and shopping, and the glamour of it all,
made my troubles go away. It was as simple as that. I remember when a magazine I
worked for threw a party, I ran to Barneys to buy a gorgeous pair of Marc Jacobs
metallic heels just for that night. It was shallow
Valentino Shoes and fun
and completely wasteful. It was everything I wanted to be.
Pretty things filled the voids in my life: I had no real personal life, my friends were too busy working as hard as I was to spend any quality time
together, and my family was thousands of miles away. I loved (and hated)
fiercely committing to my jobs, feeling stressed out, and being a drama queen.
But I never handled stress well, and all the long nights and weekends required
by the early days of digital began to take a toll. I managed to ignore the
signs: the exhaustion, Valentino
Sale the illnesses, the migraines. On weekends, I couldn\u2019t get
off the sofa. But still I worked like an idiot and didn\u2019t exercise enough,
eat well, or meditate. My dad \u2014 a psychiatrist who saw what was happening
to me \u2014 would caution me to take it easy, to hit the gym. I just laughed.
As Valentino Shoes Salein most tales about a ridiculously shallow person, it all came
crashing down one day \u2014 but not in the way I was expecting. When I was 33,
my mother was diagnosed with stage 4 pancreatic cancer. The worst of the worst
of the cancers. And I felt the world stop. My mother, who used to make
http://valentinososvo.blogspot.com/ my clothes for me. Whose jewelry
I\u2019d played with. Whose Mary Kay makeup was too pale for me, so my made-up
face always looked like a zombie. (She hated that.)