Stacy Horn

Who are they selling to?  I shot this window on my way home from my publisher.

Look at this multi-color, Christmas-y thing that happened with the raindrops on my freshly cleaned windows.

I just spent WAY too much money getting my windows cleaned, I can’t even think about it.  That’s looking through the kitchen window into the bedroom where you can see my stacks of cases of catfood.

How long am I going to get to enjoy this sparklingly clear view that I spent WAY too much money on??  I bet I don’t get through this post.

Plus, I was going to walk uptown to my publisher’s meeting this afternoon, something I was really looking forward to. That’s probably out.

So, yeah.  Oh well.  Obama is my next president.  There’s that.  Every time I see someone for the first time since the election it’s the first thing we talk about.  Last night I went to my monthly meditation meeting and we spent the first few minutes talking and basking in the wonderfulness of it.

That reminds me.  I read a secret on PostSecret that was such a wonderful example of tolerance and forgiveness and how we are all imperfect but deserving of love.  It was this:  “I yelled at her for weeks about how wrong her abortion was.  And she still held my hand when I had one.”

I’m about to blanket the world with invites to this, and I thought I would also post about it here.  You never know who might be into this kind of thing.

First, these Jimmy Choo shoes.  I don’t want to possess them actually, but I must honor the artistry in the coloring.  Stunning.  More below.

This is a pretty little dress that needs just the right necklace.  I love the bag, which is hard to see, but it’s like a flower.  However the across-the-chest strap isn’t right for this dress, I don’t think.

I was aiming for the polka dot here.

And this is another that I don’t really want to possess, but I admire the construction of the … thing coming down the front.