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Last night on the way home, I stopped to browse at H&M downtown, and found the blue shirt I’ve been looking for. I was so happy. ‘Cause you know I’m obsessed with owning any given piece of clothing in multiple colors. If something fits well, I have to have it in every color available. (Okay, not always, but you get the idea.) When I got home, I told Thom, “I went to H&M, and eureka!” He didn’t miss a beat: “You found the blue shirt?” Bingo. I’m wearing it today. It makes me feel all glamorous, like I’m an editor for, say, Wallpaper or L’Uomo Vogue, and not a dry academic publication… for which I actually am. As Ellen says she’s trying to bring glamor back to daytime television, I suppose I’m trying to bring glamor back to statistical research. Umm, if it ever existed.
Speaking of magazines, do check out the Dec. issue of Vanity Fair. There are a couple of pretty pictures of the casts of Will & Grace, Queer As Folk, Queer Eye, et al., all mixed up, sultry and draped over each other. Yum.
Another item for the virtual wishlist: a new bag. This morning on the bus, Thom and I noticed a pair of guys standing in front of us, each of whom had a cool messenger bag—though I suppose the term “messenger bag” belies their swankness. One was Victorinox (Swiss Army) and the other was Kenneth Cole, which, well, I simply must have. Black leather, slightly textured. Must have. (Okay, we wanted the guy, as well.)