Tuesday: cranberry patent Louboutin pumps

I officially have closet envy. My sister just moved into a new house, and her walk-in closet is something to behold. It’s a good 150 sq. ft. of rails and rails of color-coordinated clothes, plus a full wall of shelves for her shoes… and even a glass case for the exotic skins. Oh, I thought I’d died and gone to heaven — or maybe Bergdorf’s West.But, I told myself, that’s California — suburbia. Back home in Manhattan, land of tiny pre-war apartments and tinier closets, I figured I wouldn’t have it rubbed in my face at every corner. But what do you know: Every new condo I see pushes me ever closer to the edge. The first apartment on the Upper West had a fully fitted walk-in closet that in truth could qualify as another bedroom, or at least an office, or a nursery (but really would be much happier holding my wardrobe, of course). Then the ante was upped in Chelsea, with the walk-through dressing area, which led into a bathroom with a slammin’ glass-encased shower. (And let’s not even talk about the self-closing, non-slamming toilet seats and drawers…)

Okay, so for the price of these 1,200 sq. ft. Manhattan “mansions” you could buy five real mansions in the heartland (as my mother likes to remind me), but how would I get my Bergdorf’s fix there? Now where was that lottery ticket…?

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Thursday: black Fendi B boots

I’m so sorry for my prolonged silence, everyone! Thanks for all your posts and well wishes… Yes, I’m still alive and still shopping (though these days, as the old married lady that I am, it’s more about square footage than round toes, alas). Well, a girl can still look, right? As a wise-ass man once said (that would be Josh Holloway from Lost): I’m wed, not dead!

Well, here’s a novel concept: Shop blogging: the new window shopping! More on my pre-spring picks soon. I’m going to apologize ahead of time in case my posts are still sporadic. Summer hours, I’m afraid, may last into spring…

In the meantime, I’m happy to report that all the winter clothes that I’d bought pre-wedding are finally seeing the light of day now that the temperature’s dropped. Oooh, the wool knit dresses and boots and my fabulous new coat with the cuddly fur collar… and all my Laineys too! Was I the only one hating the freakish, L.A.-like balminess that we were having in New York?

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