Do you ever catch yourself imagining a special trip for a special reason? Although you have never been to this particular place within a destination or the reality of actually going seems slim, do you fantasize about it anyway? That’s my current major crush situation with New York Fashion Week (NYFW).

I woke up this morning, arched my back and stretched my arms upwards like usual. I slowly pulled myself up in my crisp white bed linens that smelled slightly of saltwater and realized, wait a minute; I’m on a yacht. A YACHT. This is not usual, this is awesome! The sun was beating in through my mahogany clad bedroom cabin windows so I decided to get out of bed and get ready. This is too good. After I washed up I opened my closet and squeal. Not only was I on a yacht, I have yacht worthy wardrobe.