My calendar has up and done it again, boy do Mondays suck. At the crack of dawn whilest web surfing slash shopping, my Ical alarm slapped me in the face with a double digit date, so that I know there is little to no time left in preparation and last minute details. There is less than twenty days till fashion month, twenty two days till IFB Con, twenty-three days till Lucky FAAB, five weeks till Milano Moda Donna, and six weeks until Paris Fashion Week. It's time to begin a liquids only diet (not counting midnight snacks, obvisouly), take deadlines seriously, and await that fashion month high. Thank heavens for Smythson, reminding me that good old pen and paper will never be out of style.