Yesterday evening I dragged Alex off to the famous Macy's store as I wanted to see it in all it's Xmas finery.I whizzed around the 6..8?? levels of chicks clothing - how many kinds of shoes can there be? (are Dr. Martens not perfect for every occasion?!?). I sashayed in front of a mirror with pretty cocktail/oscars dresses I would never wear. So twinkly!
We went through their Santa display. It was fairy lights, animatronic cuddly toys & train sets galore. I thought it was fabulous!
I even made a new friend!!
Alex, however, was less than impressed.
We carried on down to Times Square. It is an incredible spot. The signs are so bright there is no need for street lights, so much movement that the feeling there is quite intoxicating - I fight the overwhelming desire to spin in circles looking up with my arms out (obviously while the camera pans around me & the opening credits roll...)
This is not Times Square, but it kind of fits, ya?Awwwwwwww.
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