Shirt, Talbots. Skirt, Club Monaco. Scarf, Icici. Pumps, Banana Republic.
Have I ever mentioned I'm a TV addict? Mad Men, Property Virgins, Jersey Shore - I watch it all, though draw the line at I Didn't Know I Was Pregnant, for obvious reasons. Tonight I watched the Jacqueline Kennedy special and I have a feeling some of you may have as well. Did you tear up at the sight of the tombstone that read "baby girl Kennedy?" Did you take mental notes of Jackie's outfits for upcoming cocktail parties? Did you find satisfaction in her nonchalant use of vocabulary you'd previously only encountered in books? (So that's how you pronounce détente...). No? Okay. I guess it was an exciting night of television, what with the Billy The Exterminator marathon and all.