Actually Fashion Week comes to Buttercup.
True confession...Although I live in one of the great fashion cities I will never be considered high fashion, or even fashion. I am happy in jeans and a polo shirt and the polo shirt does not need a polo label. My work clothes have grown steadily more casual as the climate grew more casual. When my office moved across the street from a security facility with razor wire, jackets were out and turtle necks were in for most days. It's just not a high fashion area.
However, this is Fashion Week in New York and even my local chain of drugstores has been having specials to mark the events taking place. There are newspaper articles and lots of internet coverage of the designer fashion shows. None of which was especially interesting, until this afternoon.
I was walking on Fifth Avenue and literally walked in to a photo shoot.
The hair stylist adjusts the beautiful young model's hair...
...to get it just right...
...and this group can then arrange the photo.
Okay, I'm not tall or thin or young and beautiful. But if I had my own hair stylist and a troupe of people to help me look pulled-together I could be high fashion, too. On second thought, not high fashion, but at least "fashion." This brush with Fashion Week so inspired me that I walked over to Sephora bought my first new eye shadow in two years. Buttercup is going fashion!