Just my luck...

The hunger that must be satisfied

It has been drawn to my attention that this trip may actually be ruined by a stupid thing called snow. I have never liked the stuff and now it appears it is getting it's own back on me for all my years of groaning and moaning over its existence. Okay so there was a time when snow was not my worst enemy, I used to quite enjoy rolling up a good snowman, carrot nose and all.......but that was before I had an appreciation for shoes. I have come to notice that fashion and snow tend not to mix, and to be honest I'd rather hibernate than step foot outside in a pair of Clarks. But snow... seriously can you hold off your revenge until I have spent all my dollars on top notch designers goods?

To update you, all NY airports have been closed.

What will I do if I never get to see New York without resorting to google images?
Well I simply refuse to let this happen, so my plan of action?? If the planes won't get me there, I'm sure Red Bull will.

Me enjoying New York whether the snow likes it or not

Countdown to the crunch

So christmas has come and gone... the festive cheer most definitely has, and unfortunately crazy sales shoppers have taken its place. Working in Reiss over the holidays has, to my dismay, placed me in the thick of the bedlam. You can almost hear the elbows being sharpened... a scary situation for a person of 5ft 2inches to be in, I tell you. But I just keep counting down those days/hours/minutes/seconds until I finally set foot with my tiny feet in the huge, beauty of a city that is New York.

So this week, it has occured to me that the turkey ridden lump that I have become should sort herself out and scrub up New York style... "yeah baby" (I just couldn't resist a little Friends reference, as ever).  So I have promised to stay away from the mountain of turkey, roast potatoes and chocolate log that has been left over, (as a result of my Dad worrying a little too much that we wouldn't have enough food to feed all 14 guests on christmas day), and make way for the new, not fat, woman that i intend to be. The hair dye has been bought and it is time to at least contemplate spanks?? Maybe not... but a high-waisted wardrobe is a must.

Let the countdown commence. 10 days

A very accurate location of New York

The first thought

Whilst thinking about New York and the upcoming trip, I realise that not only do I know nothing about the place, but I also have no clue where it is. Yes, of course its in America, but lets face it, it’s a vast area and I feel slightly overwhelmed. I am not surprised by this in the slightest, me being the girl who, when asked where Brussels was, replied in an uncertain tone… London?? And when trying to direct her friends to Nottingham, could not reply when asked if it was anywhere near Sheffield. In my defence, it’s hard to know of any surrounding areas when you haven’t been to them… or paid attention when you have passed through them.

Therefore, I am aware that to research before this trip is probably a wise idea, not wanting to be the one who gets lost and needs to be rescued, I would prefer not to be transported back to an earlier memory of being trapped in Koko’s crèche for kids, alone, only to hear my name being called out on the megaphone. “Would Anna Kerr please come to the food area!”  The shame. I must make a pact with myself not to get too excited and wander off.