Le Intern

So being an intern has turned out to be incredibly stressful and rewarding. I finished embellishing a fabulously cute dress, and was complimented on my work! Even though I ended up having to redo part of it so I could add a few more beads, the finished product was very satisfying! All in a days work! But that wasn't the best part of my day. Because at approximately 9:47 this morning, I was waiting to cross 39th street, when I happened to notice a man in a pin-striped suit standing nearby. This man happened to turn to his right, when a shocking realization hit me. I was standing within 3 feet of the iconic TIM GUNN.

And I didn't say a word.

That's right. I simply stared around me, wondering if anyone else was seeing what I was. Unfortunately, there were only a few old people milling around, and no doubt they didn't even recognize him. But boy, did I recognize him. I practically had a heart attack there on the sidewalk. Butterflies beat against the inside of my torso with baseball bats. And yet, the little light man blinked to life on the crosswalk sign, and Tim Gunn strolled down the sidewalk, stopping to ponder a small newspaper stand on the corner. I kept going, stepping within feet of this man, and too afraid to just say hello.

But that sounds depressing. It was a GOOD experience, I promise! I'm just still kicking myself for being so... me. hahaha. I didn't want to seem like a creeper, even though Tim Gunn is a good man, someone I greatly respect, and probably wouldn't have been bothered at all.

But no worries. I spend 5 days a week wandering the fashion district of New York City.

I may get a second chance.