No Fashion Mama

So its fashion week here in NY City and the city is buzzing with invites and parties - despite the economy there are still some decent happenings left. Since most of my friends and I have been partying for decades were now very selective as to where were seen and with whom were seen with - plus its just old. So, I'm getting all the 411 filtered and will have it all figured out...

But, I'm telling ya, everyone is getting suspicious. One, I'm not drinking!! Yes, once upon a time, there wasn't a day I didn't drink champagne everyday . Now I need to constantly fill my glass with what ever juice is available. Seven more months and counting...

And, two, luckily the mini-baby doll dresses are still in. But everyone's wondering why I ain't in my red hot pants. I just tell them, "Ive gained some pounds over the Christmas holiday in France. But, no ones buying that either. They know I loose weight when ever I'm in Paris.

Plus, I look and am extremely tired - so I guess I'll have to pass on party invites anyway.

So no fashion for this fashion mama... well except if I get a ticket to Zac Posen then Ill prop my eyes open with tooth picks. But, then again, he has a style and only the ultra-fabulously skinny can get in... maybe next year :(