I think I could happily live in New York.
I’m not talking about the seemingly infinite shopping opportunities, nor am I referring to the size of the olive and cheese section of Wholefoods.
No, I’m talking about the fact that should I ever be of means to live in the city that never sleeps, I would happily exchange my cleaning budget for that of a blowout*, massage or manicure.
See, I’m inherently a lazy girl when it comes to my beauty regime.
I very much want the end result to appear like I am anything but lazy but I’m rarely willing to put in the …