Diamonds are the girls best friends

After so many weeks saying nothing: HELLO!
It's true, diamonds are the girls best friends, but it's not just the diamonds it's everything related to the fashion industry, from the runway till the magazines. Who's the girl who doesn't like fashion, mostly if you live in NYC?
Since I was little, I always loved fashion. I remember dressing my mom's clothes, putted her make-up on and her shoes. And I felt fabulous, and I felt I was a really grown-up woman, but I was just that little girl with the dream of being a powerful woman with the best clothes in town. But now, that I'm in New York that change, because to be successful in this city you have to be the best, not just in your dreams, but also in the reality.
Today, when I was in Zara, I saw a little girl that was trying the clothes from her mother section (women section). And I think that was delicious and funny. So, me and Megan, we decided to go Chanel's Store and start trying all the fabulous clothes, shoes and those amazing bags. We felt like SJP, in Sex and the City. We felt wonderful and confident and sexy. You could think this might be a little bit crazy but this is New York City, we can do anything we wanted.

And don't forget, clothes, shoes, diamonds and bags could say everything about our personality. You make the clothes.

Toodle-OO, Mary C.

This is New York!

Oh, New York, New York... The big city. It's the best place in the world. I always dreamed about this city (I still dreaming), being on 5th Avenue looking at all these stores, shop at all these big stores, being on the of the world (Empire State Building), being on Starbucks with my best friends, have an house with a view for Central Park and so many other things that this city can give to us.
If you are in New York City, you know this is a "concrete jungle where dreams are made of" because this is the capital of the world (and that's the reason that I said that I live in the world). New York can give to you all the best things in the world, but you have to work for it, because it's not easy to be someone in this city. But if you make it here, you can make it anywhere.
Now, that you are in the Big City, you have to find who you really are, your dream job, your favorite place to live and the most important thing, you have to find amazing friends, friends for life, if you can not get these friends, then you can stop dreaming because New York will become a nightmare. You only can 'survive' in this city if you have the right people to support you, just because NYC it's really cold when it comes to relationships. But, as I said, if you have your best friends with you, you can have the best life. This is the real New York City.
Now, you are in New York baby. You have to wake up and do everything you can to be happy in the city that never sleeps.

Toodle-OO, Mary C.

The bad boys

Yesterday when I was in Starbucks with Jane, I saw the most beautiful guy on the Earth. He was tall, he had green eyes and brown hair, he was super hot, but those are the only things that I knew about him, and his name, Thomas. I didn't know where he lived, if he was from NY, if he had a girlfriend. The only thing that I knew it was that he was gorgeous.
Then, by night, when I was in my bed, I star imagine my life with him. The things that we could do if I meet him. And I dreamed with Thomas. In this morning, when I was with Rosie, Jane and Megan, I told them my dream and I start describe him as the most beautiful man in the entire world. I spent all the morning and the lunch talking about him. Suddenly, at the park I saw this guy and Rosie tell me that she knew who he was. He is the brother of a friend of hers. And he came greets her. His voice it's so sexy. He said 'Hello' to all of us and ask if we wanted to go to Rockefeller Center Rink. He was super nice. Of course we said no, but what I wanted to say was:'Yes!'. When he left, Rosie told me that he was that kind of boy who had all the girls after him and he never fall in love. He is a "bad boy", and that's sucks, however, we (girls) always love the bad boys,  isn't that true? What we can do, they have something attractive.

Toodle-OO, Mary C.

True Friendship

Hello everyone,
Today I have to talk about my friends. I have a lot of friends(not so many) but I only have three special friends, my best friends. Rosie, Megan and Jane. They are all amazing friends.
Rosie it's that kind of girl who always has an issue with herself. She had some troubles on the past, with her health, and because of that she's always put herself down. She is really shy at the beginning but then she is unbelievable crazy (in the good sense of the word). I know her for seven years but it was just three years ago that I really start to know who she really is, wonderful.
Megan it's the craziest. She loves fashion, just like me, but she is also extremely intelligent. She's always happy and telling jokes. She's amazing. She never shows in public what she feels about the reality but I know when she's happy, sad, in love or angry. I love her. We are always comment what people are wearing, it's super fun.  If I could describe her in one word, would be: Indescribable.
Jane, Jane, Jane, my best friend. We are just like each other. We like the same things and we don't like the same things. She is the first person to know everything about my life. She is the most lovely person in the world but also totally honest. She does things for me that no one else would do. She loves playing guitar and sing and have some fun with all of us. When I'm with her I'm always happy. We laugh together of our mistakes. And of course, as real friends we are always making fun of each other. She is unique. There's no one like her.
What is the real friendship? It's when you love your friends even if they are away from you or when you are hurt with them but you can say anything that could hurt them.
And today I had one of the most special moments of my friendship with them. We were on the rink of Rockefeller, just after school, we all fall down at the same time and we star laughing of each others and of ourselves. But this was one of many good moments with them.
I love my friends.  I love hanging out with them. I love have some fun with them. I love my girls so much.

Toodle-OO, Mary C.

My dream or my reality?

Here I am on the Big Apple. I'm looking at the big Christmas Tree on Rockerfeller Rink, and it's beautiful. And what is also beautiful is people doing skating, laughing, falling and being happy. This is magical. This is the best time of the year, it's almost Christmas time.
I love walking on the streets see the Christmas decorations, people playing, on the park, with snow and I love buy gifts with my friends and to them. It's all amazing.
Now I am on 5th Avenue, looking at all these stores, but there's one that I like more than the others, it's Tiffany & Co. When I'm front of that store I feel like I am on some Sex and the City movie. And it stars my dream. I came on the store, I start looking at all the jewelry, and there's one crystal snowball that I just can't look away, the Empire State Building is there and have a lot of diamonds, it's the crystal snowball of my dreams. I ask if I could have that treasure on my hands, and in the minute that I'm shake her... my alarm rings. It's time to wake up. I look at the window and I see the Empire. Maybe it's not a dream, it's the reality. And now it's time to go to another store on the avenue, maybe some store with Christmas decorations, because it's time to celebrate the most magical time of the year.

Toodle-OO, Mary C.

Hi World!

So, here I am, writining on my blog. But this one will be different from the others, and the reason is... this is my diary. This is my life. Each day, I'll be here to tell you what happened on my day. To tell you the good and the bad things about my life. And yes, you can say that this blog it's like Sex and the City or The Carrie Diaries, and you know something, it is. The only difference between me and them, it's that I don´t live in NY, or in L.A, or in London, or in Paris, I live in the world. I live on my world. And now, I know that you want to know, how old am I? Where I really live? My hair color. My eyes color. I could tell you everything about me but then this blog wouldn't be a fantasy. And now, here's the question:  Who am I? That's a secret that I'll never tell you.

Toodle-OO, Mary C.