Julia Allison

Julia explains how she got into journalism.

on Jun 18, 2012

Truthfully, I’m a better person for all of the crap I had to do grasping toward what I thought was “the top.” (Of course “the top” is just an illusion too, but I didn’t realize it at the time. But that’s a blog for another day.)

OK, back to the show again, where you get an introduction to my ass (which you’ll be seeing throughout the show, much to my chagrin) and watch me answering the door of my parents’ downtown condo in -- wait for it -- Lulu Lemon sweats, a shapeless hot pink tee-shirt, and Uggs.

Um... About that...

Gays and Fashionistas: I hang my head in shame this episode. I am so sorry I have let you down. There is no excuse except I was actually, literally, moving. This was not staged. Moving sucks no matter what, but moving and attempting to be fashionable? Yeah. I just... I freaked. I wore sweats. I know. I know. But may I remind you, no one except maybe Heidi Klum or those hosts on HGTV look good while moving. I’ve covered New York Fashion Week for TEN seasons (See? http://vimeo.com/channels/julianyfw and http://www.nbcnewyork.com/station/as-seen-on/Fashion_Week_Designers_New_York.html), so I know how bad this was. Please, please, I beg of you -- give me a second chance! Just, uh, wait until I’m done unpacking. Er... thanks?

Next, I drive to Wilmette, the suburb in which I grew up, to say goodbye to my parents and my beloved grandmother.