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The Sunday Salon


“Spring forward, fall back!” I totally forgot that the clocks were supposed to change back today, so I ended up doing my Sunday routine a whole hour earlier today! It definitely feels like fall or early winter here, and it’s sunny, which I really love. I can’t wait for winter to get here in earnest (though I’ll probably be regretting my words when March rolls around!)

I bought a new winter coat last weekend (Banana Republic) that I’ve had a chance to break out this week and weekend. I’ve had good luck with BR’s winter coats in the past (my last one from four years ago was a BR purchase), so I was thrilled to get my new one on sale. I recently went from wearing scrubs at work to regular business attire. This has been a bit of a challenge considering that I’ve lost a bit of weight over the past two years and so most of my clothes from when I lived in New York no longer fit. I’m mildly obsessed with the clothes that Anthropologie sells, but I’m trying to restrain myself.

Meanwhile, I’ve done a fair amount of reading this weekend; I finished Lords of the White Castle, by Elizabeth Chadwick (a chunkster), and an ARC of American Rose, by Karen Abbott (also the author of Sin in the Second City, which I loved). This new book is sort of a biography of Gypsy Rose Lee, the famous striptease artist from the 1920s-40s, and the set of brothers who made her famous. Right now I;m back to Virago Modern Classics, with The Land of Green Ginger, by Winifred Holtby. I received my October LTER book in the mail this week, too (it’s Christie Dickason’s The King’s Daughter), so I must get to that soon.

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(Diane) Bibliophile By the Sea said…
I love BR too; I bet your new coat is awesome.
November 7, 2010 at 2:23 PM
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