La la la la la…

Oh goodness, where does the time go? Actually, here's where it goes: jaunts to Bethesda (home of $7 thrifted Burberry trenches); organizing my shoes in matching plastic boxes, which makes me deliriously, unapologetically happy; finally paring down nearly six years of Vogue magazines into neat little binders (Teen Vogue, you're next!); long catch-up dinners at Cork with lovely old Beijing friends; being, um, first to the bi-annual sale at Relish (and still not being able to justify the Dries, no matter how beautiful it is! luckily, the super-sale bin yielded some goodness…); shopping fun with super-author Cathy, in which I get to consult on outfit ideas for her upcoming Today Show appearance; my weekly tangysweet catch-up/fashion discussion with Johanna (now back to brunette!); rooftop dinners; escaping down to the beach for the week; Skee-Ball; showtunes sing-a-longs; general ridiculous fun; frequently lamenting the fact that it is now July.

And, of course, all the usual stuff: work, poring over the new Vogue, keeping up with the tumbleweeds of kitty hair that relentlessly invade my apartment.

I plan to be back, fully rested, by next week. In the meantime, there are some vinegar-soaked french fries calling my name. Happy fourth!