Stacy Horn

Isn’t this beautiful? It’s a work of art. I’m not sure if it would look great on me. I wish the neckline was a little higher. Not for modesty’s sake, but I think it would be more flattering.

More new tv news.

Downton Abbey: Okay, not technically new, but new to me. I just started watching and I’ve only seen the first two episodes of season one, but already it’s true love. Why am I the last to know? If it comes close to keeping it up, this is going to be my second favorite show on television. (The first is still Bones.)

Terra Nova: Couldn’t get through the second episode. I cancelled the series.

New Girl: Liking it more. Still not true love. And nothing close to what I feel for Downton Abbey.

American Horror Story: Haven’t seen it yet, it premieres tonight, but I’m including it because I’m hopeful.

Shows that I haven’t seen but am hearing good things about: Up All Night and Suburgatory. I’m afraid I might be missing something, but there are only so many hours in a day.

Not new but I’m still loving it: Raising Hope.

It’s been a while. It’s not that I don’t see them all the time. I live right smack in the middle of beautiful-but-expensive-dresses territory. It would be torturous, but I don’t live the kind of life where I need beautiful dresses anymore, except once every couple of years. Oh wait, I’m going to a party on Wednesday that called for “cocktail attire” on the invitation. I’m screwed.

There’s a Cynthia Rowley dress in her window on Bleecker right now that I would kill for. If only killing was accepted legal tender. I’ll try to remember to get a picture of it later.

I don’t know a lot about this case, just that three young men originally convicted of murdering three boys were allowed to take Alford pleas and were subsequently freed. Obviously there was enough wrong with the case for this to have taken place. Apparently even some of the family members of the boys believe the West Memphis Three are innocent.

There’s really no way to know for sure at this point if they are guilty or innocent. So I was shocked when I read the snippet of a letter to the editor published in People Magazine in response to an article they’d done about the case.

Someone named Melissa Lamer wrote, “I could care less about these men. My heart goes out to the families of those innocent little boys.”

First, of course it’s terrible for the families, but if these young men are innocent, it’s terrible for them too. If Melissa Lamer went to jail for 18 years for a crime she didn’t commit, and not just any crime but the crime of murdering children, would she feel the world didn’t owe her any compassion either? Obviously, she must believe the men are guilty, but since she can’t know that, I have to wonder why there is no room in her heart to imagine how horrible it might be for these three young men if they are, in fact, innocent. Maybe reserve your hate until we know for sure? There’s plenty of incontrovertibly bad things happening every day to get mad about.

I was walking through Washington Square Park last week and there was a small crowd of people very intently taking a picture of … something. I walked over. It was a squirrel. It must have been some squirrel, but I didn’t stay long enough to see.

Seriously. Who can resist a man playing a piano with a puppy on it?? No one. I walked away before I could be tempted to hand over my bank card and all my charge cards.

New tv update: I’m losing interest in A Gifted Man and Person of Interest, alas. I don’t have a new favorite show yet. Any suggestions? Maybe I’m missing something great.

Kinda. I was walking down this lawn, towards an orchestra playing, the music was all around me, and I though how wonderful it would be if I could hear music of this quality outside whenever I wanted, as I walked around. Something about walking and hearing the music triggered it for me. The walk was long enough for me to revel in the pleasure of it and to want more.

The walkman was developed in Japan in the late 70’s I believe. I was listening to friends of mine who had a band rehearse in a loft in Tribeca, and one of the band members had one. It was 1980 I think, it could have been 1979, and I found and bought one the next day.

This is behind the Vanderbilt mansion by the way, looking towards the water.