February 28, 2008
Feeling somewhat better. The part I hate the most about being sick is the the overall sense of doom and gloom I have while nursing a fever. This time I was really weak and I would just stand in the shower and not care about anything. I did not care about calling someone back or work or what I was eating or any responsibilities. I hate how sickness affects your drive. But I guess it is someone, somewhere's way of saying "um, you need to slow the fuck down or you're going to end up in a hospital."
For the record I totally understand when all those celebrities check themselves into the hospital for exhaustion. I get it.
Anyway, so I actually went to the showroom and work today and my head was in it. I chose paint colors at Benjamin Moore after and stopped in Club Monaco. The other day I was saying to Ben that this spring I want to wear all black, white, navy, and gray. You know a modern, simple, palette that nobody would ever expect from me. I really like Club Monaco. The prices are great and the quality is fantastic for the price point. It is not my beloved Etro or Paul Smith, but seriously everything I've ever bought there stands the test of time, and I am hard on clothes, and the cuts are good for short people. So I buy a lot last night, including this wrinkly looking gray cotton/nylon suit that if it had a different lapel I could totally pass off for Bottega. Anyway. I felt sensible after buying all his stuff in black and cool gray. The big statement a black shirt with pinhole white polka dots, on sale for $59. Everything else: solid, cottons, and wools all grays. So not me.
Maybe I am still sick?
