I still don’t have the perfect zip-up sweatshirt for my vacation schema (did I mention I’m going with sporty-chic? I mean, there’s a good chance I may need to run from lions). I blame this all on Lululemon. I don’t mean to sound like I can’t find the perfect zip-up elsewhere, but, as one of my friends put it, they make a perfect one that’s cute, without being too sporty. But this season, Lulu has only hoodies.
Hoodies? Any long-haired girl can see my dilemma with this. Poofy hair over the hoodie? No thank you.
And my most recent Lulu zip-up doesn’t work with my colour schema.
So now I’m on the hunt for a cute zip-up. Suggestions anyone?
But anyway, I took all your reading suggestions into consideration (thank you! thank you! many I had read but the few I hadn’t I plan to!) and then made my trip to Indigo and, after several judging rounds: Talent, Presentation, Swimsuit, here’s what’s made the final cut:
- Extreme Vinyl Cafe — by Stuart McLean. Oh how I love my Stuey. Love. Have been waiting forever for this book. Sigh. And I am going on an extreme vacation…
- Hothouse Flower and the Nine Plants of Desire — by Margot Berwin. Set in Washington Square in NY, it reminds me a little of Melissa Bank (Girls’ Guide to Hunting and Fishing and Wonder Spot). And there’s nothing wrong with that. PS. Are you there, Melissa? It’s me, your fan. Can you please write another book?
- Interpreter of Maladies – by Jhumpa Lahiri — I liked the suggestion of short stories, and my friend lent me this telling me it was so good, so it seemed fitting to take along. Of course, I’m the world’s most negligent reader so I’ll no-doubtedly have to buy her a replacement copy by the time I get back with my dog-eared version. Speaking of maladies, it appears I was supposed to get some shots. Ho-hum. Who has time for shots? I was supposed to get shots before my beach wedding too, and I didn’t do that either, and look! I’m fine. Still, I’m hoping this book isn’t going to be an ill-omen.
- Long Walk to Freedom: The Autobiography of Nelson Mandela. I’m a bit concerned that I’ve just gotten myself into another Time Traveller’s Wife, but it said “An International Bestseller!” on the cover and how could I say no to that? Besides, there’s no better time to read about South Africa than when I’m actually there, right?
The best part was that I got a coupon for Indigo in the mail, and when I bought my books, I then got a new booklet with a gift card for Roots — which I then went and bought this cross-the-shoulder bag — perfect in case I have to run from lions.
And then, I got another booklet with another coupon card for Indigo! So now The Hubs can buy his books, too.
Part celebrity pinata, part scorching social satire, Boldface Names is a fast-paced romp through the land of the rich, the famous, and the wicked. In the eye of the party storm is Ravi, a vertically challenged gossip columnist (and self-confessed “tribe-traveller”), who snoops and schmoozes and amasses gift bags. But all hell breaks loose in the glittersphere when a mysterious D-list starlet is parachuted into Ravi’s life for safekeeping, setting off a high-stakes game of secrets and lies. Adding to the drama? The skeleton in Ravi’s own closet!Boldface Names stops in at all the hottest tickets–the fashion shows, book shindigs, race-car parties, and champagne launches. Adorning the hi-jinks are Govani’s laser-sharp observations on human behaviour, social milieus, and the machinery of gossip. The wisecracks fly at a Noel Cowardesque pace and the action hums. But be forewarned: no one is safe in Boldface Names. 