we’ve just sat down to write and the clouds have suddenly cleared. there’s a glow like topaz, slivered blocks across the worn wood floor. we’ve been feeling the gloom all week, contrarily stoic. even more negative than usual, if one can imagine. we sit up high in the sky all day, the 16th floor, gazing out across the city. it’s no wonder, then, that our head’s been in the figurative clouds as well, this week leaving it’s bruises as we bump along. it’s no surprise really, we expected as much. susan miller (astrological goddess) told us so.
the good news is, the sun’ll come out tomorrow too – and he’ll keep smiling on us all weekend. just in time for the spring social, the seventh annual buy design. the fete benefits wear white for windfall (google it) and this year’s theme is the best dress up yet. the dirty thirties had a cheek to it, a simple glamour. everyone was just aces, getting dizzy with their dames. a good time found despite it all. how apropos.
there’ll be a dance hall and a big band, badminton, croquet, a parade. it’ll be swell. if you’re not sure what to wear, we’d suggest your daintiest hat. find your t-straps, toss them on with a little sockette (how burberry of you) then tuck your girls up high into a ladylike dress. belt that shit, powder your nose, red lips only. and off you go. what a looker.
check the adorable site to learn all the details.