Fashion GorJess Blog

As a self-confessed shopaholic I surprise myself and everyone else when I admit I have never been to New York before. As someone who grew up in London, I love bright lights, lots of people, and walking extremely fast (even if you're actually not in a rush to get anywhere). Yes I do love being one of those city rats caught up in the race. Since I moved to Ireland I have become more accustomed to the slower, more relaxed way of life, but that's not to say I don't miss the hustle and bustle of the urban lifestyle. Every once and a while I need to feel that rush, that thrill you get when you step off the underground and begin your journey into mayhem (whilst clutching onto your handbag very tightly!) Even Dublin doesn't do it for me as much, I lived there for three years and although it's a great city, it's still very much got the same relaxed vibe about it that Galway has. Although I still like to get up every few weeks to breathe in the fumes, go to the nice restaurants and still be able to go to bars that you've never been to before.
                         
So the thoughts of flying to NYC in 6 weeks is getting me extremely excited, like a child counting down the days to Christmas on an advent calender. I have it all planned out, Times Square, Greenwich Village, Manhattan at night, ice-skating in the Rockefeller Centre, seeing a Broadway show, and the shopping... oh the shopping...


The problem is and it's my biggest problem generally in life, is that even though I'm going there to shop, I'm still shopping to buy new outfits to wear shopping!