I generally love sharing great news, amazing fashion scores and all-around chic things on this blog. My vision has always been to make this a positive space, an oasis of sorts, God knows we all need one. So it’s a bit unfortunate that I have to share some bad news, but after reading this you will probably understand why.

I vividly remember that disturbing phone call at 6 am on my Washington DC to NYC move day. From the owner of the moving company, I learned that the moving truck with all my belongings had burst into flames and exploded. There was some electric problem with the truck that led the engine to catch fire while parked at a gas station. Luckily, no one was hurt. Unfortunately, the firefighters could not save any of my belongings. Whatever the fire did not destroy, the smoke, water and chemical fire retardant did.

When I first heard this, I thought it was a cruel joke, that it couldn’t be real, insane. But  it was all real. Everything I thought I was going to unpack in the new apartment was gone, with the exception of a few things I took myself. All the clothes and shoes I thought I didn’t have enough closet space for were gone. I was emotionally numb days following the news, then there was the ‘why did this happen to me’ phase, to ‘I’m I being pranked’ phase followed by the realization that those were THINGS I had lost, material things that are replaceable. I still have my loved ones and my health, which are the most important needs in life. The love and support from friends and family has been amazing and has kept me strong. I haven’t had a melt down like I thought I would, but instead I’ve gained a greater and better perspective for what is really important in life.

It’s going to take time to rebuild, refill my closets and drawers but I’ve already started getting basics like winter clothes and homeware. I promise to share every step as I start over and move forward, stay tuned.


Liz Lizo