Cotton Candy Storm

Just sitting around all weekend playing dress up and waiting for the storm. Sandy, meet Dior. 

Grrrr

I'm channeling Fall's animal prints tonight. Romney has me fired up and I'm about to pounce! Like a wild leopard, in my new Mcqueen leopard scarf! This kitty's got her claws out. 

Watch Out

In keeping with the house of Burberry, it's only fitting I would find a watch from their new collection that I have come to instantly covet. Which is saying a lot as I am not at all a watch person. While I admire them greatly, I have never been one for the dawning. Something about breaking up the length of my arm with a clunky, bulky object at the wrist is a miss for me. It's like shoes with ankle straps -- we ladies must be careful not to interrupt our lines. With that said, The Britain may have me reconsider my lady ways. 

Mission Complete

Shock treatment administered. Thank you Burberry, you never let me down. Orders placed, and I even found a fox tee too. The Owl will need company, no? Hoot!

Transitionally Challenged

Even though it's 45 degrees, rainy and I smell fires from chimney's down the street, I can't do it. With Spring 2013 marching down the Paris runways, I find myself unable to transition my closet over to Fall.  Someone needs to give me shock treatment with a really fabulous fur coat, or something. Because right now, all I want is Fendi RTW. (Vogue)