I ended up mostly working yesterday. It’s like I’ve forgotten how to goof off or something. Today I must! must! must! not work. Except, I have to continue jeans shopping, for the love of God. And that’s work as far as I’m concerned.
To make a boring story short, I’m a 4 in terms of fit and what looks good, but I’m a 6 in terms of what feels comfortable. I always get the 6 and end up looking a little dowdy, so I was determined to buy the 4 and look good for once. And I did. But now I’m not sure I made the right decision. I’m going back in. Freaking insane. I hate shopping. HATE.
This is the Wall Street bull at the bottom of Broadway. When I was looking for the site of Echo’s first (and only) office I almost went with a building to the right of this bull. I love this spot and I fell in love with the office—it had transom windows!! Everything about it had that old New York feel that I love, but the building was completely empty otherwise, and the whole area was kinda desolate and I didn’t feel confident it would turn around soon (I was right). But I would have been personally very happy there.