This morning I woke up in Larchmont at my friend Sally's house and we went to a church rummage sale. I bought some blue glasses, for all the bohemian reasons, which I later left behind in Sally's car, because I'm so bohemian. I didn't buy the outfit pictured, but when I saw this ratty fur coat and black wool dress, I realized my only sartorial aspiration has ever been, and possibly will ever be, to look like a Prohibition-era gunrunner's moll, in the manner of Billy Bathgate or The Wild Party.
We spent the rest of the afternoon going through Sally's vast archive and picking some stuff to style and photograph for her new shop. A wonderful thing that happened when I later exited Grand Central: I ran into my sister on the street and gave her one of those little tennis bracelets she loves that I found this morning.