There's a rain/sleet/snow mixture falling today. All day.
I decided to ask Youngest to go with me to the mall. As you are aware, I never go to the mall, but Youngest is a great shopper.
He assisted in the purchase of these shoes
as Supergas are, generally speaking, The Shit.
I got these too...
as they were completely irresistible, make me tall, and are completely safe. I know they look a little Frankenstein-y here, but, believe me: while not graceful, they are lovely and fulfill the need for both oxford and height.
The shoe salesman (at Nordstrom, where people could not be nicer) and Youngest had a lovely time talking about shoes. (Youngest was wearing his Asian Givenchy Bondage Shoes).
Then we toodled around for a bit, trying things here and there and bemoaning the sudden and mysterious departure of the Anthropologie.
Youngest tried on this leather jacket at Zara,
as well as a breath-taking suit at Nordstrom.
He would very much like a Burberry tie.
His birthday is next.
He looks so fine in everything he tries on, that boy.
Very nearly too hip.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch...
Middle and K collaborate on some kind of Cuban pork dish for tomorrow.
Tuesday heralds the Return of Oldest.
*did I tell you about Al. da?