Thought for Food

The booty…

Because Tami had to go to Sephora and everyone knows it’s pretty much against the law to walk out of that store as rich as you were when you walked in, I bought an orange — orange! — lipstick from NARS. It doesn’t really look orange on my lips but it is still quite a thrill.

Of course we had to check out the new Madewell shop. We both got adorable, tissue-thin, slouchy-pocket Ts — a third-of-the-price knockoff of Kain. And I got cherry red Bensimon sneaks ‘cause I was in a red shoes mood!

Just as we were leaving Soho and I was remarking on how “modest” our shopping was, we paused at a vendor’s table ladden with unusual, colorful baubles. Tami put on a gold-plated ring with a trio of gems that looked like they were floating on her hand and declared that she’d never take it off. Only thing left to do was pay. (And get out of Soho before more of those pesty jewels insisted on leaving with us!)