She was the first honest-to-goodness fashionista I ever befriended. We lived on the same floor our freshman year of college. We've now been friends for nearly 15 years. We old nerdz.
She interned at InStyle when were seniors and would come home with stacks and stacks of magazines, much to my delight because I was and am a magazine addict.
She was building her designer shoe wardrobe while I was still shopping BOGO sales at Payless.
She was also the inspiration for this blog. When I was feeling professionally lost three years ago, she encouraged me to start writing again. She and a few other friends suggested I write about something I love. She promised she'd be a loyal reader.
Last year, her bad self left Conde Nast and made the huge career transition into communications/social media. For Neiman Marcus in Dallas. AAAAAAAAAAmaze.
And I CANNOT wait to visit her and her Texas Cowboy again in the Lone Star state. Mostly to horrify Mr. Diabolina with how much Salt Lick I can eat. Oink, oink.