Once again, it has been too long. I am back from a long hiatus up in The Still North. While life has continued to be as entertaining as usual I apparently have failed to keep you, my lovely readers, up to date on the roller coaster of fun that is my life. Recently, I purchased the most facetious vest known to man. I stumbled across this technicolor wonder by chance and couldn't resist its allure.
What a vest! I know. I feel the same way. The colors bring to mind the variety and splendor of a box of crayons.

It's Official!

A legit academic described Aeschylus' Elektra as a bitty.
That's right, a BITTY.
I didn't even know she went to Barnard.

Broma, ladies, much love.

The City Read my Though Bubble!!

Pleather...what do we think? Maybe I should say feather, since the french inspired faux feels far more refined than the emblem of modernity, plastic, but that's beside the point. I say fabu because it looks like leather but with none of the guilty aftertaste of dead animal hide. Not that I don't wear leather. But I shouldn't. But I do.

So a few days ago I decided to debut my adorable new black leather jacket. I was, and still am, a little worried it might make me look minorly too lesbionic, but hey, it's the price I pay for dressing like a bonafied badass. Anyways, I put together quite the cute little outfit, pull on the piece-de-resistance jacket, and head for the mean streets of NYC. Mean streets, like the stepmom from the LL Parent Trap mean. Here's why--the city flipping stole my idea! Not only did I see something like ten black leather jackets within my first five minutes dehors, but I actually saw THE EXACT ONE I was sporting. Blaspheme! Granted, it was from H&M...but still, city, cut me a break.

CAN YOU BELIEVE HOW LONG IT'S BEEN!!

Hello everyone!
How much have you missed me? A lot, I'm sure, but don't worry, because I've missed you too.

As many of you know, I'm currently residing in the fair city of New York. Wow, right? So from now on, I'll try and update you all on the goings on in the life of me in the big city. Many we can get la rouge to do the same for the country...maybe.

p.s. Does anyone remember that show Caroline in the City? It literally just flashed though my head. Weird. Don't worry, my life isn't like that.

A response to these questionable trends

The special sauce tends to think this whole baby in purse trend is somewhat less than good due to the danger imposed by toting one's tot in one's Louis V.

Questionable Trends

As if yippy dogs were not enough...Today, as I was strolling on the beach, I spotted...wait for it...wait for it...a woman with a --get this-- a baby in her purse. That's right, a real live, quasi-talking baby!!!!! And even more suprising, the baby was having a ball in there!! When asked if it wanted to get down and walk on its own, the baby refused! Hahahahaha. I can't wait for the pics of Nicole's baby being toted in...what do we think...Hermes?

Ideas that were less than good

After an eventful weekend catching rays on Lucy Vincent, taking moderately paced strolls, and eating my fair share of chilmark's finest chocolate, I thought I'd recount some ideas had by a special friend, which were less than good.
1. Mixing chocolate lactaid with a small gulp of rose.
2. Resealing the bottle of rose with wax from the citronella candle.
3. Toasting bread over that same citronella candle.
4. Eating said bread.
While we all have ideas that are less than good, thoughtful consideration of the consequences of one's actions can easily prevent disasters such as the napkin fire of 2007. In fact, I have been known to toast a marshmallow or two over a citronella candle in a pinch. Despite the lingering cough spurred by the citronella flavored marshmallow, I accept that once in a while it is not so bad to have an idea that is less than good.