As always, my return to New York was deeply glamorous: I was greeted by stinking heat; a taxi ride home from the airport by (really, I think you could scientifically prove him to be) the angriest man alive; and a kitchen stocked with nothing but dog food and Honey Nut Cheerios. Still: It’s great to be home. Isn’t it always? I’ll be posting a few bits about my favorite shopping moments in a little. Meanwhile:
I just got a load the new J. Crew catalogue in my big old pile of back-from-vacation mail. Could this shirt scream my name any louder?
And also: Damn you, J. Crew catalogue, for making these shorts look all slouchy and easy and wearable. I ask you, people: What is it about shorts anyway? Why are they so impossible? Have you guys figured out a way to make them happen? One that doesn’t involve those super-duper high-waisted ones all the kids are wearing? Is there a flattering short to be had in this land? Or do they all make you feel like a gym teacher? This is the type of stuff that really eats away at me.