And so I am back from New York, feeling a bit more run down than I’d anticipated, though I suspect it has less to do with the perpetual adrenaline buzz that comes with attending consecutive fashion events and more to do with my father’s relentless passion for overly-saturated tourist attractions. The old man is not quite so old at a young 57 and most literally (and to my embarrassment) strode circles around me in his sensible walking shoes (props to ya, Pops).

This trip was half business, half pleasure, and all sweaty aggravation at the tourist groups taking up 75% of the sidewalks in Manhattan with their matching t-shirts and collective disdain for deodorant. But it’s a small price to pay, and one I’d pay again willingly, to spend time with the ones you love — and bring home pounds of beauty swag from the fashion events. Let’s not forget those.