The Rockettes open at Radio City today and this red dress has been waiting months for an excuse — one strap already gave up and I've stopped fighting it. Save me a seat tonight, Daddy? 😳
The Rockettes open at Radio City today and this red dress has been waiting months for an excuse — one strap already gave up and I've stopped fighting it. Save me a seat tonight, Daddy? 😳
Half this city is limping around with finisher medals and my legs are sore just from watching. So it's a recovery stretch kind of morning for me. Come hold me steady, Daddy? 😳
The wings made it home in one piece but the rest of the costume didn't survive the door. Halloween's last hour is mine and I'm spending it very badly. Keep me company, Daddy? 😳
Sixth Avenue is turning into a river of skeletons and feathers and my wings keep snagging strangers' compliments — I'm taking it as a sign. The lineup at Canal is calling. Come march beside me before the bands start, Daddy? 😳
The Industry City warm-up party is hours away and somehow I'm already down to lace and stockings with zero costume on. Come finish dressing me, Daddy? 😳
Body & Soul is this year's parade theme, so I went literal — wings, straps, and very little else. You get exactly one guess what I'm going as, Daddy? 😳
The Bryant Park rink opens for the season today and my body apparently decided we're celebrating early — stretching before my ankles remember what ice feels like. Come catch me when I wobble, Daddy? 😳
The trick-or-treat stash is already half gone and I'm the only thief in this apartment. Quality control is a serious job and I take it lying down. Which ones do I give out and which do I keep for us, Daddy? 😳
Third attempt at getting both eyeliner wings to match for the space-age festival this weekend, and I think this one might actually be the winner. Sixties mod dress already laid out on the bed. Tell me my steady hand deserves a gold star, Daddy? 😳
I'm testing my recipe for the Longest Pastry Table in Greenpoint before I let a single stranger taste it, and there's more flour on me than the counter. The apron was supposed to protect the outfit — it failed. Come be my taste-tester, Daddy? 😳