Looking back on the Bad Hair Lament and the close call with the Topshop Jacket, I can only say Thank god it all worked out okay.
Andy fixed the hair and if you live in LA, he will fix yours, too. Plus, if you don’t want to talk about your problems, you can get him to talk about his. Or even better, you can toss around business ideas, like my plan to start “Clitter” which would be like Twitter but only for chicks. Thanks Andy!
I wanted a photo of the Fixed Hair to be taken outside in daylight, so I grabbed a jacket from the depths of my heartbreakingly* tiny closet and Look! It’s the beautiful metallic blue leather jacket from Neiman Marcus! I’ve had it for at least 15 years but I forgot about it.
The leather is pornographically soft and supple. The color is so awesome, I don’t even know what to call it. Is there a color specialist out there?
Anyway, I know this jacket will either steal your hearts or make them race, one or the other.
I think I’m ready to give up the desperate hunt for more jackets, at least temporarily. Now, I’m obsessed with my aging face and how much I want some Restylane or that other shit that costs $600 per syringe. I need to get the money together in a hurry, before Madonna uses up the world’s supply.
* Still enjoying this word. Taking suggestions for a new one.