If only I were an assassin...
When: Wed., Dec. 10th, 2008.
What: Drk. brown wool trousers from Express Design Studio, plaid ruffled blouse from Gap. Vintage navy wool jacket with ruffled collar and black leather elbow length gloves. Navy patent pumps by Nine West.
Scent: Guerlain Derby. It is described as "a polished, sophisticated chypre with notes of artemisia, bergamot, lemon, peppermint, jasmine, mace, pepper, pimento, rose, leather, oakmoss, patchouli, sandalwood and vetiver." It is difficult to obtain. It is perfect for crispy Fall and Winter days, or for wearing whenever you know you'll be running into insufferables who instruct you to "Get off your high horse." It smells like a very lovely woman accustomed to riding very pretty ponies and rebuking very silly boys (or girls), like this, in fact:
Confession: While my outfit is ever-so-slightly murderous, I am actually focused on healing my tomboy, who had a wisdom tooth out earlier today after experiencing pretty severe pain on Monday and Tuesday. We have graduated from 800mg Ibuprofen to Vicodin + Vodka to Percocet, finally, and it seems her appetite is back at last, after a 36-48 hr. pain-induced, involuntary fast.
Ach so, I shall cut this short, and leave you to your own sweet Betty Draper dreams!