Yes, I think so too.

First things first, I should not drink coffee. As if I weren't already a two year old trapped in a 24 year old's body (which explains my candy purchases and about half of my wardrobe)... once I drink coffee, I feel like all of Mr. Kimball's kindergarten class (Kindergarten Cop) all up in one.

Cannot focus. No filter on my mouth. Even worse, on a day that my DM is on a store visit... there was nothing to do. I made personalized post-cards for my client list and they're ready to ship tomorrow. I window shopped for shoes via the iPhone with Carol and Geena. And I talked to Zach who is babysitting Moris Fashions next door (while the owners are at Market) quite a few times.

Funny enough, we're chatting and Zach asks me about Chloe bags. And he told me I should carry one. I agree... I should carry one. Specifically, a black Saskia satchel one... oh, in a medium size. But alas, I cannot affords.

There are a few pieces that I am stalking online, for when they are marked down I can pounce on them like... Eh, any large cat that they show on Animal Planet.

Such as Marc Jacobs' florescent yellow clutch with removable shoulder strap.

But really, I'm a shoe whore at heart. I've fallen hard for these the moment they hit the Botkier main page:



I could never drop $475... but marked down, hubba hubba. Come to Butthead.

Speaking of which, this top is absolutely fabulous:



The top is by Lochers, a designer based in Paris. The embroidery reads: Will Fuck For Shoes. I wanted to purchase some of the more tame pieces like "I Hate Children" for when I worked at Anthropologie, but Justin wouldn't have any of it...

Eh, one of these days I'll just order one and throw it in the closet. In that vein, one of these days I will get a cat. And um, not throw it in the closet? I've been telling him for years that one of these days... I'm just going to bring home a cat. This way, when I do he won't really be surprised. Pissed off, yes. Surprised, no.

Time for Bravo!