Last night I had four glasses of wine and a handful of olives for dinner (admittedly not entirely my idea but of course the charmingly slapdash consequences were all mine!). The social disarray amounted to little more than a flurry of text messages, emails and IMs; for some reason, the universe chimed a little bell for nearly every man I know just as I rounded round number three. Today I woke up with a plan to fail better, as my beloved Beckett once said, and happened to look up a chat from last night (transcripts are automatically saved) to see what might have transpired between me and D., my darling Australian pal in Montreal, when one line I typed took me entirely by surprise: I always think I am so Plain Jane. And that's when I realize I am not.
[Lanvin Hairy Felt Hat, $198 at Aloha Rag]
Windowlicker - from the French for window shopping: faire du lèche-vitrine - often appears on Tuesday and Thursdays at 10am EST-ish.