Isaac, Tar-jhay and Me: A Love Story
I won't be long-winded today. "Today" is the middle of the night again, but that's the way I do it. I mean, I was born at four in the morning - what do you expect? For some reason or another, I function very well in the wee hours of the morning. I'm guessing this will come in handy when I become a mother one day.
I just wanted to write a little about how much I heart Isaac Mizrahi: He sketches! He sings! He gropes! And I have been loving this duvet set for a while now, and in the next week or so, I'm finally going to get them to brighten up my anemically spare apartment. I love buying Isaac's stuff at Target (I mean Tar-jhay) especially because I can (almost!) forget about my temporary bohemian poverty. I call it "temporary" and "bohemian" because I am not truly poor as in starving- homeless- struggling- to-feed-my-babies poor. I am splurge on the occasional MAC- Prescriptives- Kiehl's- Dr-Hauschka- Peter-Thomas-Roth- and-perhaps-a- little-NARS poor. Big difference.
I'm also loving my little floral coffee mugs. You can get the idea in the picture above: just think of the daisy on the bottom of the mug: so cute!