(OK, that one also had words. It's wise, though, isn't it?)
Armani Fall 2010. Love. LOVE.
Also (same show) this skirt. In my head, I think I've owned it for years already. Sadly, this is probably not true...
And Christian Dior. I never realized before how much I wanted to be a flower.
Sometimes one thinks one might like to trade bodies with a fertile woman. Actually, if I had the opportunity, I might try to trade bodies with Marion Cotillard.
Some woman made that out of her SHED.
The least pretty of my pretties, no? But the most on my mind. It's an older Cape Cod sort of thing, not huge, and on sale in the DC metro area for...more than nothing, but not by much. It is apparently a complete teardown and/or scratch rehab (and you know where my preferences lie). It's also very close to (by which I mean literally next door to) my castle house that I probably can't convince my DH is a great idea to buy - i.e., perfect commute, perfect proximity to a beloved little church. But also close to that traffic noise that my DH does not like. And I'm still figuring out safety issues in the neighborhood (might have to stop by the local precinct - I've already checked out all the mapping tools). Haven't shared it with the DH yet - still mulling it over in my mind.
Anyway, enough words.