I had a busy week - I'm prepping a trip for my boss that has many moving pieces.
I got to dog-sit for about an hour.
She had a little nap.
I still love it.
I don't have the right coat, but I still love it. (And I have perfect boots, so there's that.)
How's the hand, I hear you asking...well it's a lot better than this -
yow! (Look, sometimes it's important to remember where I've come FROM.)
It's pretty good.
We're working on tissue and muscle loss and strength.
I'm not very strong.
These are the extraordinary women responsible for my care.
I can't say enough about them.
Without them I would have lost the use of my dominant hand.
My brilliant surgeon was only half of the story.
Meanwhile the newest patient at the hand table, the fellow we are cheering on, was stabbed.
It's so very sad - we are all working to encourage him.
Fashion week is over. Models on the subway.
I've also been through the fashion section of the newspaper and have some thoughts.
Shirt dresses - fine...
No big deal.
I don't have a problem with cropped flared pants but it's dangerous territory, I'm just saying.
Cropped in the wrong place just equals pants that needn't be hemmed for me.
Cannot even look at gladiator sandals without hearing my wry German friend J:
I'm just looking at these women in their gladiator sandals in the middle of the city and I have to laugh.
Maybe I'll try this new eyeliner format and scare the crap out of my friends at work.
Who looks more smug? Model? Camels?
I always think I like the look of Eileen Fisher outfits.
Then I add up the prices and change my mind.
The pieces look awful on eBay too, if you're wondering.
Two bonuses this week:
I brought my favorite messenger bag to the cobbler. The strap had detached and there was a torn pocket, which I didn't remember.
For ten bucks he re-attached the strap AND fixed the pocket, which I had forgotten about.
I got this sweater at Old Navy for $1.97.
NINETY SEVEN CENTS
We got some pretty sweet deals on spices and tea from this place.
Right outside PT.
Always a source of inspiration...or a laugh.
We await snow!