I think we can all agree the best thing about the ‘burbs is shopping at Target. I spent a hungover hour dazedly walking the floors in Stamford on Sunday and I came away with a straw tote, a beaded necklace (which just happened to go very nicely with my last-summer Target dress), L’Oreal super-duper facial sunscreen and tinted coral balm, flat brown braided sandals, and Goldfish. Left behind, after much deliberation: two pairs of wedge sandals that, while cute, would probably hurt (cheap shoes usually do), and a teal maternity maxi dress. I dunno, I thought it was cute! And then I tried on the XS and had room for boobs for daze and I realized, no, Nora. Step away from the Target. The fluorescents are going to your head.