I squint in the dark, hands groping for Phillip Lim's. can't find them—how? they're huge—so I make a grab for the mug of hot lemon water. Don't need perfect eyesight to drink. I squint again. It's sour, a good kinda sour. My eyes adjust (as do my taste buds.) One hour later I'm in d o w n w a r ... Read More
Oh, For the Love of Filofax!
I could tell you that I bounded down the stairs in little more than a satin pyjama set to greet the handsome postman, sign off on the package, and bounce back upstairs where I ripped layers of tissue with such vigor and fervor I nearly gave myself a paper cut. In actuality, however, it was too cold ... Read More
Nesting
What is it about winter that makes it boyfriend season and time to hibernate? (Also: has anyone realized that the two are virtually impossible to do at the same time? Then again, multi-tasking isn't my specialty.) It could be that our definitions of "nighttime" have shifted to 4 p.m. instead of ... Read More